stagnation

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The droning of the engine reverberatesDawn draws to a close and eyes dilateAs the stop and go cycle but replicates
  Some days I am fire, some days I am ice, Some days I am darkness, curled up in vice,  But all days I am human, all days I am me. It is for better or for worse you see.  
Somehow I now believe that everything everything everything is changing
Ode to the Sloth
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