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Day and night
my mind is occupied;
pointing out the time
the space between us
became too wide.
No more rhythm
in the entrance of light.
No more rhyme
in the ticking of the clock.
An emptiness grows
where things are crowded,
invisible pain
creeps up on me,
takes me away from repetition
and sets me free.

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