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11:54 A clock glares upon me like the devious desert sun. How many times have these hands made this voyage? The sands seem so vastly changed from yesterday 11:55 A single minute vanished in midair so soon Did that moment matter? Did it mean more than time? Minutes together create time but alone stand hollow 11:57 Life slips away with this departing time Still I sit here staring at a comical clock The unforgiving frozen mess that is my world 11:58 A heavy awareness of time voids its' truths This clock being watched laughs in secrecy Moments stolen; memories changed by these hands 12:00 Another day finished and again air is stale The time has arrived to surrender again Seconds that will never come again have passed Minutes that never came will come again today
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May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 11:02 PM UTC
The Hands Molesting Time
11:54 A clock glares upon me like the devious desert sun. How many times have these hands made this voyage? The sands seem so vastly changed from yesterday 11:55 A single minute vanished in midair so soon Did that moment matter? Did it mean more than time? Minutes together create time but alone stand hollow 11:57 Life slips away with this departing time Still I sit here staring at a comical clock The unforgiving frozen mess that is my world 11:58 A heavy awareness of time voids its' truths This clock being watched laughs in secrecy Moments stolen; memories changed by these hands 12:00 Another day finished and again air is stale The time has arrived to surrender again Seconds that will never come again have passed Minutes that never came will come again today
Remy-J
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May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 11:02 PM UTC
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