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Jul 2014
Morning. Afternoon. Night.
Our days compartmentalized
Of all of the things we wish for
Riches. Power. Wealth.
We rarely think about what is most precious
That which we could work our whole lives and never earn...
                                       *Time
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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