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Sep 2012
Would that this watch but knew it's face mocks me

It's miserly hands always clawing away at our precious time

Those ****** fingers always tap tap tapping, hurrying us along

No heart was ever as cold nor beat so unfeeling

Tis not miles that separate as harshly as time itself
Written by
DieingEmbers
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