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If we trust our peace to a peace maker to whom or what do we trust our time? Maybe it's a watch alarm or beeper in work or play until our final chime. Time may be measured even treasured though never really saved or enslaved. Now long now short now spent now pressured sometimes borrowed bided always craved. It has no substance but is the essence whose tincture tipples us into truculence perhaps some paranoid pretence amidst much of irrelevance.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
Doing Time
If we trust our peace to a peace maker to whom or what do we trust our time? Maybe it's a watch alarm or beeper in work or play until our final chime. Time may be measured even treasured though never really saved or enslaved. Now long now short now spent now pressured sometimes borrowed bided always craved. It has no substance but is the essence whose tincture tipples us into truculence perhaps some paranoid pretence amidst much of irrelevance.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
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