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Time passes. Even when
it seems Impossible.
Even when each tick of the
second hand aches like the
pulse of blood behind a brusie.
It passes unvenely, in strange
lurches and dragging lulls,
but pass it does.
Even for ME.
it seems Impossible.
Even when each tick of the
second hand aches like the
pulse of blood behind a brusie.
It passes unvenely, in strange
lurches and dragging lulls,
but pass it does.
Even for ME.
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