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Apr 2019
We are tired of years ago tired of to be tired.
I’m a clock in the shape of a woman, counting months in weeks
Weeks in days in hours in minutes in seconds
Recorded in the strands that make me
Water slipping through my hands, I’ll ask you to keep it safe
But you only have your own hands to use.
Written by
Katherine  23/F
(23/F)   
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     Bobby Copeland, Ray Dunn, Jules and Mark S
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