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Aug 2017
Tick tock
Goes the clock
Held under key and lock
Unwavering like a rock
See?
No time to take a seat
Every second is a beat
Every lifetime is a song, feat
The one and only Father Time
Every hour is a rhyme
day a line
month a verse
I want to curse
At the breakneck flow of the sand
Through the hourglass
That’s the palm of his hand
I want this tune to stop
I want the mic to drop
I want gravity to disappear
So that time could be suspended here
H Phone
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H Phone  18/M/Belgium
(18/M/Belgium)   
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