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The tick tock of the wall clock Counting down to an immutable sound The seconds of Life weigh heavy on the lips of words In the white noise echoes the sound of freedoms; sectioned to the flights of fancy the bustle the flapping the aqua eyes distant birds silhouetted Laid to ruin; amid the fading memory of a beautiful sunrise
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
Tick Tock
The tick tock of the wall clock Counting down to an immutable sound The seconds of Life weigh heavy on the lips of words In the white noise echoes the sound of freedoms; sectioned to the flights of fancy the bustle the flapping the aqua eyes distant birds silhouetted Laid to ruin; amid the fading memory of a beautiful sunrise
DBeard
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Scottish
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
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