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Jan 2014
Time does not exist,
Yet timing can mean
                         everything.

What does this mean?
I insist, please explain,
How a tic of a seemingly insubstantial second
Decides the fate of everyone in question?

It’s a breathtakingly beautiful mystery
Whether time is
     for
             or against
me
In this unfathomable paradox we blindly believe
Danielle Bluejay
Written by
Danielle Bluejay  27/F/MT
(27/F/MT)   
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