Nowhere
T Tom Billsborough
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NOWHERE
Waiting is the death of Time
Living only when nothing's desired
And the moment its rose is scorned
It becomes an eternal seal.
We create our long footprints
Which are recorded nowhere at all
Space fails to birth its first place
Time is the solitary response
Where all questions must fall.
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