Twenty Four Slowly Passing

[deathdidus_part]

Envisions colliding, renditions in hiding, with just thirty of those twenty four slowly passing- ticking and locking of movements still rocking, no matter how harshly one's forcing does try- clock inches; futures do solemnly prove in which moments do move that a passionate class above nothing is true, and torture of less gruesome fates is of

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[x_emptyheart_x]

your an amazing poet...
nope your just amazing
oh and by the way its jacki this is my livejournal