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Jun 2015
Watching the clock
The hands moves slowly
Feeling like time is running out
The hands like blades
Moving forward
Cutting away time
Tic Tok
Like the drip drops of blood
Every minute to every hour
A step closer to the grave
Tic Tok
Drip drop
The dark is coming
Ranger
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Ranger  In the Dark
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