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May 2017
Rhymes have their reasons
Time has its place
All anguish bestowed
On a soul’s fall from grace

At the darkest of dark
When the clock chimes midnight
The fears of the wretched
Fuel the devil’s delight

Each click of the clock
Greatens a freighting despair
Tick after tock
Twelve o’clock

Is almost there
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