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Sep 2013
I cannot hear the tick tock
of one so simple to be time on a clock.

The seconds are not mine to hold.
They stand frozen, leaving me cold.

To want, to need...a moment so dear,
yet the time i cry out for, will never be near.
Sarah Savannah
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Sarah Savannah
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