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Tick Tock

Tick Tock

 

She floated through a room.

Clocks stopped; their faces turned.

If hands could only reach,

Touching her would be glorious.

A worthy sacrifice of their existence.

 

She floated through a room.

Heart stopped; face turned.

My hands paralysed.

Touching her in my thoughts.

A glorious sacrifice of my existence.

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◄ Pure Folly

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