| polished | ||
| klairchen |
were my words. held close and perfectly crafted. they were to be revealed, at the perfect time. but now you have smashed all the clocks. I am so lost without those words now. |
070117 |
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| god | the tyranny of the clock drifts apart as the universe expands and the solar aystem drifts apart. | 070119 |
| ... | ||
| god | the tyranny of the clock drifts apart as the universe expands and the solar system drifts apart. | 070119 |
| ... | ||
| unhinged | tarnished | 070119 |