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Patience has taken it’s time to consume me. Awake, waking, drifting off in time taking Hairs from my arm as the hands are braking. The broken moment entombs me. wrapped in a fraction of a second. Achieve consciousness, a flooding collection of memories and senses. Just to break back to start at the ending. Crashing against. Re-living life over and over. And over again. Fence me to myself, to forget and remember. For only a fraction of a second In my mind its September. 'Times on it’s ridden race again’ say's Rabbie . But I think it’s either stuck or turned Madly.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
The Sticky Seconds In Time
Patience has taken it’s time to consume me. Awake, waking, drifting off in time taking Hairs from my arm as the hands are braking. The broken moment entombs me. wrapped in a fraction of a second. Achieve consciousness, a flooding collection of memories and senses. Just to break back to start at the ending. Crashing against. Re-living life over and over. And over again. Fence me to myself, to forget and remember. For only a fraction of a second In my mind its September. 'Times on it’s ridden race again’ say's Rabbie . But I think it’s either stuck or turned Madly.
c-j-baxter
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
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