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Jan 5
Synchro Noise


   My clock has no hands

the face is damaged also,

but it still ticks, when I can

hear it. At night it sounds

  like a bomb, about to go

                 \||//






The Proscribed Poet.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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