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through these well paced hands, one could say i’ve been asleep. motionless, while measured events click their way through a weep. checking back to you often, not once yield- you do mock. continuous, till time runs out i’ll be clenching my clock.
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Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 1:18 PM UTC
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through these well paced hands, one could say i’ve been asleep. motionless, while measured events click their way through a weep. checking back to you often, not once yield- you do mock. continuous, till time runs out i’ll be clenching my clock.
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Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 1:18 PM UTC
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