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[bodytext] => And in the afterhours of the dark my moon sets on your horizon time is no longer measured by the stroke of a faceless hand but by the seconds past since we shared our last breath I dance with the wind finding a semblance of hope within its light embrace I sing my voice runs down the hallway of our momental artifacts singing down the walls shattering the glass and if love could be reduced to monetary value time is the real currency I paid in full [comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 43 [informant] => cathartic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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