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2002-04-07 - 3:31 a.m. Night by night these words seem to disappear. Within my silence I find solace in your memory. Breaking the mirror of frozen images. I wait. Could it be another time of lingering, of wondering. Along those back alleys, along those long lines of absent demons. I wait. Forever eternal, eventually falling. Everyone slips. Would you find your way, the darkness is so black against wide eyes. Scent, touch. I wait. I'm always waiting. I'm so impatient. � 
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