Noticing the contrast of white on white, between the wind and here, white mist radiating from the street, as if inviting into the unknow, to get you away from there, as the world crumbles around, caught when your falling, and pulled up when you fall, the world might be gone, but i couldn't see anything around, there before the collapse of status quo, today is the beginning of the rest of your life..
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