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Feb 2013
My mind travels to the darkest depths within itself when I've got the time
Time I've got now it has me
Stuck in the grasp of that which cannot be reused
I've become it's personal charger
A slave of time caught somewhere with my toes in its sand
In awe, time has its way with all of us
Nothing to be done, so much to be seen
The end of time never sounded so lovely
Jorge L Echevarria
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Jorge L Echevarria  30/M/NC
(30/M/NC)   
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