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Aug 2019
it’s during the numbing hours of the day
where time lingers the longest
it’s the moments where you can’t quite ever
flee to certain solace
you’d stay some place, nor in or out
and cling to proverbial silence
but as you grasp, and stagger, and shake
you’ll never find it timeless
Written by
pseudnco  15/M/some cafe
(15/M/some cafe)   
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