a day of muted cold and decrepit dying grey in passing...
benched in a pensive quietude...
watching the world go by...
looking at it all behind in irascible softness...
observing at all the remote makings in contemplative misery...
halfway there in secluded isolation...
nowhere...
aging precipitously beyond the hands of time...
stealthed in taciturnity...
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