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Jan 2012
What's yours is mine
and mine is yours,
even the contours of the spine
let us align the time we share.
It was never there at all,
and the face with the hands on the wall
knows what never starts
never stops.
tick tock
tick tock
the hearts constant state of shock,
making hour-glass figures of us all.
Watching sand fall,
it's your call.
BB Tyler
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BB Tyler
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     BB Tyler, ---, Lotus, Emma and Ben Stoneking
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