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music flowing from speakers next to ceiling, painted the color of snow, the music itself a memory of five years past, a new life, a different life, and now five years later, the same music playing through a computer in my new home, and remember, always remembering, driving by, remembering looking out the passenger side window, are the lights on? are the blinds up? is she home? familiar streets, familiar spaces in space and the mind, and time, still time, between here and forgetting, between heartache and numbed pain, time stands before the deepness, quality of sadness, of missing, and time, ebbs, flows, and trickles, the sand and gravity, never quickly enough, time just more time, that's what the doctor ordered, that's all i need, just time
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