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Dec 2020
Your clock now rests on my desk,
And each tick and tock simulates the beating of your heart,
A heart which now rests in the earth —
The earth from which it came from
And of which it has now returned to.
Your clock now ticks for you,
No longer with you.
Abner Ros
Written by
Abner Ros  Australia
(Australia)   
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