A day like no other day
I can feel the grip of time choking and pulling the life from me
Stained glass ceilings cast a dark shadow
Shining through the open window
One perfect snowflake in the storm
Each finger grasping a different straw
Everything is borrowed; coming with nothing, leaving with nothing - what is this all worth?
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