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| Karen Elson in Vogue |
The years they flee before my aching sails
The days that tie me to some purpose
The hours that flicker by my open eyes
The minutes I fill with my madness
The seconds the thirds
The micro-managed slivers
I spend inside this echoing head
The days that tie me to some purpose
The hours that flicker by my open eyes
The minutes I fill with my madness
The seconds the thirds
The micro-managed slivers
I spend inside this echoing head
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