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Apr 2019
It was ticking when I got my heart broken.
It ticked as I found my way back.
It shall tick even if we all were to perish and die,
that old clock, counted days of my life.
Ticking seconds like heartbeats
as if to remind nothing last forever.
Time matches with the brook in an aspect.
"For me may come men and men may go, I go on forever."
Kyra Embers
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Kyra Embers  17/F
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