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Jan 2011
Breathe carefully
the clock that ticks
Slow movement
from the hand that keeps
my eyes from closing
choosing to sleep..
The willing waits
till the dawn breaks..
The keeper keeps
and picks its own pace..
slowly..
Shall we?
11/18/11
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