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Jun 2016
The fourth dimension,
The dimension of being and then nothing
Its tool, the clock ever going tick-tock,
Never seen nor heard nor felt nor smelled
But never without,
Underrated yet most important
Our kindest friend, our worst enemy
Past and future in the time current,
All together make us present
Written by
Brett Palmero  26/M/Chicago
(26/M/Chicago)   
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