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The hands on the clock won't quit two sticks push forward with an enunciated tick Dotted lines round the edges marking seconds like graves A life quite peculiar, suited only for the brave.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
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The hands on the clock won't quit two sticks push forward with an enunciated tick Dotted lines round the edges marking seconds like graves A life quite peculiar, suited only for the brave.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
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