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Jun 2013
beauty in the hand of the clock
which tick-tocks and remains at the same second
a suspended moment in time
I look at that hand, rewinding and replaying,
wondering what happened at that moment
to make even the instruments of time take a repeat
Screaming Wallflower
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Screaming Wallflower  between dreams
(between dreams)   
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