An example is stifling all the real.

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When the unexpected comes forth shattering the mist yet when you look back to reflect upon

              its existence you are never winning the game because you already missed it.

 

Is the money finishing up the remains of your death?

 

The record is playing on the fridge, next to the window, beside the guitar and suitcase,

where

              time seems to end.

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When he wakes up in the morning and walks outside of the house, is he digging up his grave

              ?

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The past is approaching and the future is leaving.

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She is running out of it.

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Why is the train not coming?

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As soon as the flies gather, their treasure hidden within that cave on the beach is fleeing.

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The houses at Bournemouth are sinking.

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Next to the necklace, or the amulet, the air is making its final push.

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Perhaps truly life is ending when the horizon extends over the Altum but never sees the

              other shore.

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Sand is mixing up.

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An example is reflecting something, which is nothing beneath.