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May 2013
In the empty space of time before the end
In the moment an echo calls home again
I’ll take that second as my best breath
Beneath the iron gates that hold my chest

The empty hands of time drowns me
I hear the ticking in my head like cymbals
Relentless misery continues to pursue me
Until time has no voice in stillness I meet

BB2013
bobby bielik
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bobby bielik  San Diego, California
(San Diego, California)   
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