clock
striking midnight
wind howling
cold
strangely re-lived
now I’m old
bells ringing
loudly
deep hollow
tone
clouds moving
quickly
dark cutting
moan
entering the tunnel
lights at the
end
riding the
water
pushing past
cold
life in my lungs
breathing in
air
hopes in the
future
that you’re there
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