This marks it you know?
The end of an era and
this is all we have.
Words and things to
show that we are always there.
but where are we ay?
This questions posed
seems to be where we are now.
Forever Dwelling.
Will this move on soon?
Does this rotation ensue?
Will it keep turning?
My feet move...do yours?
or do they take steps backwards?
I'm afraid of that.
I put these codes here
so my words make sense to me.
This nonsense I speak.
Double meaning words.
That's the nature of my hand.
It's a sad habit.
416 237243 63 4878...
66 968 263 46 8876 66 63.
842817 255 4 226 729...
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