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Life plummets moments by minutes.
And the will of time breaks through the abyss.
For ever remaining with half-remembered laughter.
Once fragments soon to be gone.
Never where peception lingers yet merged unwilling and eternal.
A facade found half-imagined from a dim point of view.

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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