Time For Time, by Where The World Ends Subscribe to rss feed for Where The World Ends 

Hours set aside
Vast spaces of ticks
A singular pace
To disjointed flicks
Of a continuum
No one knows
How to face
And all for thoughts
That have no 
Physical space
Posted: 2015-06-12 21:35:19 UTC
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