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Mar 2011
Inside a watch
Time ticks by oh time
The glass presses down
Cutting off the last gasps of us
Who is me

I hear the clicks of the second hand
I think He has made me to lead
those

Or maybe I am not a leader
Or a follower
Perhaps  I am just a brain
A brain ,

Are you oblivious to my lack of knowledge ?
Why would you make me this way

And the seconds , minutes, hours
Change my soul
Written by
lacey deere
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   Olivia Mercado
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