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Sep 2020
The din of the second hand,
Quickly recedes into the ebbing tide.
We are not one, but we’re the same,
So is time, as it becomes the ocean’s bride.

The tide returns twice a day,
And so do the seconds,
Repeating for an eternity.
FluorescentShadow
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FluorescentShadow  18/M/Does it matter?
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