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In a blink It is no longer one day But thirty-one. All these  numbers, Wearying in their count, Are shadows that have grown long Ah, a blink How much more it is than that, For it contains All the deepest Sorrows and budding joys Of the days for which it speaks But, a blink it remains Quickly over, quickly gone Though you bear the marks Of the shadows grown long So, a blink Then the bed begins to feel Normal again. Mem'ry softens And cacophony dims In the darkness that lay behind
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
The Blurring - #3
In a blink It is no longer one day But thirty-one. All these  numbers, Wearying in their count, Are shadows that have grown long Ah, a blink How much more it is than that, For it contains All the deepest Sorrows and budding joys Of the days for which it speaks But, a blink it remains Quickly over, quickly gone Though you bear the marks Of the shadows grown long So, a blink Then the bed begins to feel Normal again. Mem'ry softens And cacophony dims In the darkness that lay behind
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
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