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Aug 2014
The last time knocks; clock’s small hand stopped
A sign to wave a hand with sigh of laugh and willing mind.
I, then stepped a foot in an endless creepy painful woe
The only thing I should have done before the start.
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
(26/F/from the unknown galaxy)   
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