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The leaves too, stood still.

As if the world had sucked in it's gut.

And we were stuck,

In the moment,

Between breaths.

- Of Springs & Circles

I take a quick wiff of my living skin,

My wrists, my arms, even my feet,

Familiar Desperation.

But there's nothing.

The only scent exists outside me,

And that scent is that of a stranger.

- Stranger

Today feels different,

Like all that’s come to pass

Will pass by,

Into that which never comes to pass.

- Pass to the Passage

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