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Nov 2024
the clock hands circle, slow yet unkind,
stealing the moments i’ll never rewind.
each second a whisper, a truth left unsaid,
a future that waits while the past is widespread.
time is a’ticking
Written by
lizie  17/F
(17/F)   
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     Thirty Nine and Liana
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