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Mar 2017
The clock on the wall
says it all
time's moving on

The shallows of shadows
deepen
and the older I get
the more I forget
how wonderful time
used to be.

The assassin.

time
has a hand in
the death of
every minute.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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