Coalhouse
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CATEGORY
life
Tick tock
Time laid out
A Sunday suit on the end of the bed.
Measure the circumference of suffering with a yardstick
Eternal mathmatics for mortals stuck in three dimensions
Tick tock
Time keeps us trapped in mania, delusional melt downs
Replayed in four room houses of cards
Time makes us clock watchers.....
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COMMENTS
LP45 says: I liked this. Very nice. |
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Charles2 says: well play... ed |
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