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Apr 2014
I.
Every day like
a knife but not
for knives are defined
and days are
fluid

II.
Every minute
like an hour
but not,
for hours are long
and minute are sometimes
nothing but a blink

III.
Time is a fickle friend,
because no matter
how often
you go to see them
they keep mocking
never
constant.
Steven Muir
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Steven Muir  20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California
(20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California)   
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