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Blank walls, cluttered ones,
describe them how you want,
they all begin to decay as soon they are erected.
Forces of nature, unrelenting
Decades, eons, millenia;
no matter how you measure the passage of time,
you cannot stop it from passing.
Thinking on time my thoughts are
smooth as jagged glass
discarded on the highway

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