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Jun 2018
Constantly on the mind, a burden seemingly undefined.
Monday to Sunday, occuring daily without falter.
A posit ineffable, some would say laughable.
Like silence when broken, cemented in time.
Do not fret, life's not done with you yet.
Your time is nigh, get up and fly.
Leave behind those dark fragments suspended in time.
T
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T  24/UK
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