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Dec 2012
there's something about how a clock-tick
of one milli-second
can send chills down my spine.
suddenly its another day lived
and how to some people this is the ultimate
blessing from the almighty
or maybe a dreadful curse sent from below.
tell me why there is this systematic
completion of 24-hours
or how no one feels older on their birthday.
no difference in time can sway me
except the darkness that begins to fill my
window as the sun goes down
ripping the light from my iris
and the good from my heart.
Written by
sam h
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   Alexis Cook
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