and seeing the change. How my style has dragged lost in this time. The knowledge of seeing things as insignificant is insightful. The things put aside from the clear in what others thought besides the working list given them. The keen eye I would see how old and perished things are. They were no longer of use. The totally new things better gone.
I try not to seethe in the waste ... although the dreams do wake me so fiercely ... the nights without thought haunt me from the days echoes...
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