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revolutions of the second hand 
are innumerable to the watchful eye, 
which has not comforted this bruising *

...shame 

nor can heart's run far enough away 
from pulsing, cancerous gangrene; 
and off to the darkest mile it treads* 

...softly *

in the cooling of a fading day, 
a gentle crushing blow fixes completely 
the drowning, despondent smiles 

...of yesterday 

as wafting wavelets wail forlornly, 
while whispering affections now silent; 
hearkening back to more innocent times 

...found wanting *



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