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withered and wretched broken at the wrist the skin were his watch lie was pale the rest was sun kissed he needed to hang his head for he was out of breath the only time being told here was ticking towards his death
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
telling time
withered and wretched broken at the wrist the skin were his watch lie was pale the rest was sun kissed he needed to hang his head for he was out of breath the only time being told here was ticking towards his death
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
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