I’ve never been outside, he said
Never seen the pseudo blinding light
darkness all around, all inside
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Natural cycles we tend to ignore
Signed papers the dragged ball
neck-chained metal ball impossible to be ignored
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Wasting time not allowed
Setting the table, watching the kids grow up
He has decided to begin again from scratch
I’ve never been outside, not bold, not curious enough perhaps
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way too busy building up the sand castle, to even consider the light
darkness like a cover on the sand, darkness inside the mind
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Questions without answer, out of politeness
sparkles of orange violence
It will certainly leave visible scars
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I’ll be outside if you want to reach me, he said
right at the fishpond I will wait for your call
light, blinding light inside
