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Mar 2014
Like the shadow in the night, it lingers.
Like the faint ticking clock in the old rickety house, it lingers.
Like the sun setting on your favourite beach, it lingers.
Like the doubt inside your head, it lingers.
Like the choice you know you should make, you linger.
But linger too long and you might just miss your chance.
Natasha Hingston
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