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May 2014
Joy to pain
Pain to sorrow
Round and round
Goes the clock
Endlessly ticking
Continuously clicking
Mindless
Heartless
Symphony of tock
Today, tomorrow, yesterday
Time doesn't actually heal
An illusion of progress
As we march towards darkness
Slaves to time
In all, but our minds
Anne
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Anne  Boston, Massachusetts
(Boston, Massachusetts)   
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