Who Fell Down the Rabbit Hole‪?‬ Byron Byrd

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As little it helped  

I dont know anymore

A Constants Ringing

Do I need it?

The Clock Stops Always and Never

Its Hands Move Forever

At the End of Every Central Point

One Finds Nothing to Exploit

Nothing Left but the Sound of Tears

But the Dark is What We Fear

Chimes of a Box From Forgotten Pasts

Lies a Void So Ever Vast