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Noonward Race

There's no breath besides life-- The air will tell you so; Every current telling the time From now, And then, To the cold shiver of fleeting sleep-- And the final sight of the noonward race.

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billy-juergens

American

Published: Sep 23, 2011
LinesWords: 735

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