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Time is a clock, a face no-one forgets, a stopwatch on a stiff wrist beneath crisp white cotton, a feral black cat in the woods of adulthood that sneaks up on you in your prime, or something like that.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
Time
Time is a clock, a face no-one forgets, a stopwatch on a stiff wrist beneath crisp white cotton, a feral black cat in the woods of adulthood that sneaks up on you in your prime, or something like that.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
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