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Apr 2014
I watch the hours tick away
Each number falling slowly
None of them look my way

All of the hours, they twist and turn
At every juncture I listen as they sizzle
All before they burn

I count all the hours,
I remember them well
I love them all,
I only wish they could escape their predetermined hell
Oh, lower your eyebrows. The other one too.
Adam Mott
Written by
Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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   Paula Lee
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