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Four Corners

four corners, neatly cleaned

bone white clock

counts away

seconds of life



another year

passes away

quietly, carefully

wrapped

in promises of change



how many times must i look back

counting my mistakes

how many empty lives like mine

begin and end each day



slowly moving, shifting shapes

dead memories, wandering

lost

stealing my sleep

Four Corners /

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