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Oct 2018
Time is frozen.
Clocks don't tick.
The world stops turning.
Everything. Just. Stops.

What's going on?
Why can't I move?
A normally bustling city
Screeches to a sudden halt.

A cast of mannequins on set.
A team of wax figures on the field.
Statues with instruments stand on stage.
No one's walking away from the flames.

The city that never sleeps
Finally went to bed.
And every last angel
Has flown back to heaven.

Time is frozen.
Clocks don't tick.
The world stops turning.
Everything. Just. Stops.
Written by
Ori Potavin
92
   JL Smith
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