Where I collect the found and the lost.
Stop looking. You stared the head off of me.
A ray of light entered, from the top, and I withered.
My day’s work is never done, the day is endless.
In the distance, I saw lights. But it went by so fast, I had no idea what It was.
It would help if you were present.
I stand here silent, but not by choice
Where do I sit? It’s a question I can never get an answer to.
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