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Aug 2012
The clock says smile and
  rush along the clock
     says we should eat heavily and
        drink until the oceans shrivel into
           our cups like death as a
               fire tide

The clock says hurry now before I
   get away from you, turn off the road and

****
             no more time.
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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   Isabelle Kessler
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