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#ovecame
The time spins ethereal like a fast moving watch or clock darkness through the usual night as dawn provides, a spark Stepping into the light from the edge of the abyss mid to morn, not withdrawn bright and sweet, the kiss No matter the eternity spent without a fire or flame such will always burn in you, or me not what we've got or borrowed but what we rose above became
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
On the night shift