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Feb 2021
Click, tick, click, tock, the old clock's hand is wrought.
Iydll, we are as dammed,
And Time will not seem as grand
When there's no one left to stand.
Written by
ArianLlwyn  24/Transfeminine
(24/Transfeminine)   
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