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Feb 14, 2009 17:09


3.

Clock ticked one by one,
twos and sixes.
The pattern in the seat, empty,
of stripes and shadows.

Ink smears, and the phrase is forgotten.
Seven minutes-
and the world ended.

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meloffka October 12 2016, 02:57:21 UTC
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