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Dec 2013
You run by me like a train-
Bound for the edge,
Of my last day.

My clock betrays
Me in my sleep.
And I have no recourse,
For what has passed me by.

You are relentless
Even in my softest days.
You surround me
But I can hardly grasp you
Joshua Coffey
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Joshua Coffey
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   ---, --- and Isabella Pullivan
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