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Don’t know Time’s timeline.

Don’t know where Time hides.

And Mercy is nowhere.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Death’s touch is not selective.

Hearts break and bleed,

Without restoration.

What’s the point,

When Heartache becomes the norm?

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