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The Our ClockA Chapter by ecto521Time is their playing field. |
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Time to waitA Poem by ecto521 |
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The you in lonely.A Poem by ecto521 |
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Dreams are for the young.A Poem by ecto521 |
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It rarely fades in...A Poem by ecto521 |
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Funny 'till the endA Poem by ecto521 |
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Exit stage right...A Poem by ecto521 |
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