So here I am.
The houses aligned like graves,
Doorsteps between womb and tomb,
But not emanating feelings of being depraved.
Matters may seem compact in the grand scheme of things,
So let me dissolve into you,
Give meaning to the longevity of urgency.
I'm not dictating anything from this front view seat,
It's merely a door yet to be closed.
And so here we are, where we've always been.
Cracked light reflects particles, proof of the aging times.
Strange that these things don't happen for a reason.
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