| Hannah W. Memoir  
 I stay in this room  year after year the boring motions of my life  rotate every minute    
 I repeat everything each day while you divide my motions    
 into twenty four hours at a time   
 my dull red numbers control the year   
 two minutes pass eight hours pass eternally my flashing numbers stay the same   
 time moves in a circle  my past is my present  so here I remain my surroundings change and I stay the same    
 a storm rages through the wires my screen goes blank finally something different      
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