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Finishing TimeIt’s darker in here than out there. / At dusk / Light fades quicker in stale air.

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WordsThey melt and fizzle on my tongue, as soon as we’re together, / My hackneyed rhyme may stand in line, as if it had thought better. / They dip and swoop and leap and swirl, praise of every kind,

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SussicranHead turns, / From side-to-side, / Wanting to turn,

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