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Nov 2015
We are never given the hour,
when all words that needed to be spoken,
were told to be said.

That hour passes by and we are taken to
another time, another hour,
spent mourning loved ones.

Your time stopped at 2am....

now I'm left grieving, not only for you
but those lost words, those lost moments,

stolen by the clock
that no longer chimes.
Kylie Jensen
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Kylie Jensen  Australia
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