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Jan 2017
Every day of my life is passing by.
Every day, short of one pulse,
One pulse, holding all the hearts,  
Away from me,
Turning me sole.
Every day of my life is passing by.
Every day, short of one thought,
One thought, holding all the minds,  
Away from me,
Turning me dumb.
Every day of my life is passing by.
Every day, short of one follicle,
One follicle, holding all the buds,
Away from me,
Turning me bare.
Every day of my life is passing by.
Every day, short of one prospect,
One prospect, holding all the rest.  
Every day of my life is passing by.
Haddie Brenner
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Haddie Brenner  London
(London)   
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