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Feb 12
The hours tick by--
Simply beads on
A chain, sliding
Down, down,
Running out of
Space, of yellow
Pearls to complete
The reoccuring
Sequence I 

Cannot bare
To see disrupted.

My bracelet of
Security is
Bound to break,
Scatter the floor
With all of my
Hopes and
Plans.
Written by
Sia Harms
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