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Jan 2016
Time wraps it's hour hand around my neck, asphyxiating me
While the minute hand runs a dagger of reality through my temple and cuts me open
To spill the real consciousness of time, inside my head
I've been walking around bleeding out
With hope in my heart, pretending that love could last forever
Jo Baez
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Jo Baez  Los Angeles, Ca.
(Los Angeles, Ca.)   
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