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Dec 2014
A heart beats monotonously,
Like a leather-encased clockwork, a spring-wound toy
It ticks away the hours until the moment
When, with a silence like a stone, it stops.
ottaross
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ottaross  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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     ---, ryn, Pax and CA Guilfoyle
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