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A broken clock demands no epitaph. Forlorn gestured hands interrupted. Just keeping its livelihood momentarily. Not one person quite remembers Since ticking unheard vanquishes worlds, X yearning to be Z. JWS
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
The Funeral.