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The-Feather-Quill

Published: May 10, 2014

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there are
clocks
painted on my back
because even if I can't
stand
to watch time fly by
I will never outrun it

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[I'm not the biggest fan of time]

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Cyndrome

May 19, 2014

Interesting imagery. I like.

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