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Jul 2015
Time’s arrow is a vicious little *****
Pulsing and pushing us ever forward
Till we forget what we regret
Vision failing memories sailing away
Faster and faster that little pointy *******
Is like a trickster who plays
Homicidal games with our life
I would kick the crap out of him
If he was a tangible he
And not just a concept that I can’t see
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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