The sun will rise from the west,
The clocks rewound
The Sun dials will dance to a beat of a routine forgotten
Epilating the electrons of my inner workings
Their iron grasp depleting
The powers of the black hole resisted
Exfoliating the layers of self pity
Sealing Corrosion out
Proactive not retroactive
Nostalgia left behind.
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