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Jul 2014
time!
oh how you **** us all.
robbing the lights
turning days into nights
and suddenly
sun's back and all.

time!
you hurrying scoundrel,
wait for me to be done!
you threaten us
with your ticks and your tocks
slowly but surely
painfully monotone.

time,
stop running!
give me a chance to survive!
i'll take the hour
and minute hands
to hunt and **** you
just to stay alive.
"What a **** time is. She screws everybody." - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars.
Lunar
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Lunar  25/seaside soul
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