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Jul 2014
You were three in the afternoon
And I was six a.m.
And jesus christ
Sometimes I was 8:59
To your 9 o' clock
Flirting in the spaces
Never to be synchronized
Floating in time
On different spectrums

Two weeks ago
I was two in the morning
And so were you
Our bodies filled the spaces
Time had never given to us

You are my
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleve­n.
Twelve.
o'clock

You are all my hours
Now is our time
Erin
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Erin
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     Lior Gavra and Ariel Baptista
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