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Sep 23
Midday bell
It marks the split
Between now and then
Gives new life to the hope

Tomorrow is half a day from now
Running in spot is mundane
But progress will follow
No room for those standing

The end is negotiable
Mending shards is up to the titans
They will be in your head
When you dissolve in the rings of the bell
Written by
Rustem Keshubayev  21/M/Budapest
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