Time passes:
The old man speaks in rhyme,
Moves in spooky dances,
Tells you he can stop time,
Stops you with his glances.
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Richard Braxton is a writer struggling with his inner poet. He has fought the poetic urge most of his life, but lately, he has fallen prey to this lifestyle. And the world is the worse for it.
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