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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Timepiece
[time] => 2003-09-03 15:35:00
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[bodytext] => Once, the hands of the clock seemed to gently caress my face. Reinforcing the reassurance. My tears not yet mature enough, nor bitter enough, to taint my heart. I thought I was able enough to manage my time without having to constantly keep an eye on it. But I faltered, and every moment seemed to gain in momentum. I could not keep them from passing. It seemed as if every part of the mechanism was working together to work against me. The sound of the second hand ticking, distracting me, as it swiftly swept any last chances away. My peace of mind, little by little, disappearing somewhere within that once treasured timepiece. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 13 [informant] => POOBEAR [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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