If only
The line
Between Swimming and Drowning
Weren’t
So
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Time does not always tell
     Decides it's lips are sealed
       Although it may tick you off
Appears the clock won't talk

Real Seems
Plastic to the touch
Generic
Disingenuous
Seams and Strands of Sanity
Have begun to Unravel

Hands of time hold many truths
Treasures in the wristwatch
Secrets locked inside the clockwork
Hour is not the only thing
Hourglass can tell
Each grain of sand has whispered
It has to share as well

dull pencils scrape the pages
in and outside lines
sentences bounce up and down
tell stories of the times

I always eat the soup before it cools down
I’ve been burnt many times over
Yet I never let it settle