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Aug 2015
Tick, tick, tick.

The clock mercilessly never stops,
Trudging along the face of forever lost - time
Never allowing for a single, revered pause - for life
To be more than just an hourglass
Running out of sand, or a compass
With no direction that may last.

Tick, tick, tick.

The clock is running. It never stops.
Whitney Jade
Written by
Whitney Jade  Texas
(Texas)   
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