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Time, endless and thwarted, dangles in the spiderwebs of dreams and ruthlessness, sliding easier on butter the souls fall from the bouls of heaven and scrape the animals knees, the trees bark there eternal whispers while the leave turns one more time, purses of pink and rocket ships stalling in the sheer chill of space, mothers breasts sore from your constant begging and needing, the scars on the bird shows a hard time in the nest, the pavement racing on forever in the distance rushing over and around the moon where it sleeps with pennies apon the eyes..