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Feb 2014
burning moments fly
slaves of tick and tock

minutes into years
raging ravenous clock

always infernal ticking
a demon in your ear

if only there was time
lose another year

every passing tick
hunger will it grow

what you could've done
none will ever know

countdown has begun
youth has run away

there's no cure for time
life is in the way
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   Theia Gwen
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