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Oct 2018
tick tock tick tock                                 second hand
just another                                       grain of sand
tick tock tick tock                       seconds pass
which grain                                   of sand
will be                                   the last?
spilling                    falling
like a fountain
sand
turns
    back    
   into a mountain
  all until  the glass is filled
and there is     nothing left to spill
tick tock tick tock                 seconds pass
like a river                               smooth as glass
tick tock tick tock                             second hand
where the water                                meets the sand
Written by
Ciel Noir
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