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Nov 2013
The hand of the clock continues its course forever.
We are at its mercy.

"But, wait! All I want is a moment," you say.
Just a single minute to hold in the palm of your hand.
You want to remember it for all time.
Can't you just have a second?

Such a small request,
yet it goes unnoticed,
tossed aside without hesitation.

There is no pause in time.
The hand of the clock continues its course forever.
Written by
Demaree
511
   John Romero
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