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Nov 2020
In this broken clock
I find solace for the pain
Though time flows onward still
Like a river catches rain

In this broken clock
I can hear the music play
As the haggard singer smiles
And strums his soul away

In this broken clock
I fear I cannot stay
Eternally trapped inside
Trading tomorrows for today
This one means a lot.
Written by
Brett  28/M/NYC
(28/M/NYC)   
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