Listen!
CONTINUANCE a face to look into for what hides there eyes like the events of any day can be recorded so deeply there is no end to remembering them what has been lost is concealed what must be searched for gains value from being hidden day rocks into night night rocks back to day my grasp is not tight enough to hold anything worth saving one thing must substitute for another and I keep looking in my hand for the lines I first saw on another's face
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