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Jan 2013
I do not get this thing called Time
     why does it move with the rhythm of my Rhyme?
I wait
     it slows
I start
    it goes
I do not understand
         it slips
                  it drags
    it bores
            it roars
Time,
     you should not Exist
Ember Bryce
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Ember Bryce  Guatemala
(Guatemala)   
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   Liam, Ck and Mike Fashé
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