Stop Whispering.

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If it's never.
Make it happen.

It if stops,
Start the clock.

If it follows,
Hold it tight.

If it runs,
Draw the line.

If it falls,
Catch the heart,

If it tumbles,
Let it start.


By Boneata Bell.
30/03/2014

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