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Time passes like no other passes. Like no other classes: you cannot learn about time, and how it moves. You can be shown mechanics, the seconds and minutes. Though these illusions alleviate us of reality- how gradually it treks on. It stops and starts and starts to stop. We feel the slots slipping by, flying by. There's no way to tell, when ours will end, though its grasp eternal, begins again.
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
Time
Time passes like no other passes. Like no other classes: you cannot learn about time, and how it moves. You can be shown mechanics, the seconds and minutes. Though these illusions alleviate us of reality- how gradually it treks on. It stops and starts and starts to stop. We feel the slots slipping by, flying by. There's no way to tell, when ours will end, though its grasp eternal, begins again.
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
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