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Sep 2016
Eight

There's no perfect time to find there's
no time left to perfect. Even with a new
watch I have trouble telling what time it
is without you, you who run like clockwork
precise down to the second, though no so
precisely in my second thoughts.
JGuberman
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JGuberman
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   --- and Callum Hutchings
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