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Dec 2012
How long this day seemed
Every minute was an hour
Every hour was at least three
the big question: how bad
And the even bigger how bad
would I be?
But after one day that seemed like three it
wasn't good, but not so bad
So there is still a struggle, a slight hope
And I feel like I am floating: it's over
Zulu Samperfas
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Zulu Samperfas
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   Anon C and sassybutsweet
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