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Feb 2012
I used to perform rituals of loneliness
as I danced around a clock
Counting my steps until midnight
My footprints fit into minutes

But time stopped around mid-day
while the sun was at its peak
With your hand in my pocket
I'll give it no room for air
...I'll give it no room to breathe
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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