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Nov 2015
I saw time
Marching like ants
Towards that cold essential horror

And my life
Is not my own
It is a gift or a curse, depending

Because time
Is all we share
That, and the cold essential horror
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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   --- and Miguela shine
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