Time.
Time is still.
We dont move.
Holdind to what is left.
Nothing.
So time is still.
Waiting to make a move.
But we dont.
We tried to say our words.
But just air came out.
Moving lips stood still.
Turning cold.
Not alive.
We are now living dead.
Dead living.
Not touching.
Yet, not apart.
Standing still.
Time.
 
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