Time Every tick, every tock, The monotonous sound of a half arsed clock. A minute to blink, an hour to sigh. The images merge as time melts by. Unable to fritter the hours away, You suffer what seems like a #lifelong day. No hint of a smile, no sign of a wave. The face and the hands that just won't behave.
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