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Centre Of The Clock

I called from a point running out of time,
The point in time had receded,
Boundaries were betrayed and won,
Selfishness and closeness to the devil
Had won.

I called from a district by the river,
Letting the avenues mutter,
Feeding the banks with absence of flies,
Religion had arrived and shaken

The foundations.
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