what if these words are wasted? possibly. It deserves no breathing space here.
Possibly it knows no one here.
It could be some time now, but time for now is wasted too long.
And what is this that we speak of? Could it be the place or thing?
Could it be it has no name?
This is us with no space.
This is us with nothing.
Perhaps this is you or me.
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