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Apr 2014
It's hard to imagine the sand
at the bottom of the glass hourglass quite yet

It's painful to look at myself as a timer, like I am just being used by the world.

But darling,
every time your chapped thin lips kiss mine,
it seems that my hourglass is shaken up rather brutally,
and i get another chance, just to run out
again
Jo Beller
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Jo Beller  America
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