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The clock strikes once. I'm asleep but I hear it still. The first chime goes and it sounds like this "I" The clock strikes again I hold on and listen... I don't know what to expect "Love" The last strike of the clock is familiar. Almost like home...yet I long for it still. "You"
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
3 o'clock
The clock strikes once. I'm asleep but I hear it still. The first chime goes and it sounds like this "I" The clock strikes again I hold on and listen... I don't know what to expect "Love" The last strike of the clock is familiar. Almost like home...yet I long for it still. "You"
frankie-abraham
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
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