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May 2016
There are those times when certainty comes easy.
Why have they fled
The panting hands of my clock
That are sprinting to catch up
With them?

That black and white circle is like
A racetrack from hell,
One no one can ever escape
And a race one can never win.

So how is it
That we find the strength
To keep on running?
Clock metaphor. Deal.
xmxrgxncy
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xmxrgxncy  21/F/the forest
(21/F/the forest)   
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   Wordfreak and Got Guanxi
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