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3d
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
liz  16/F
(16/F)   
17
   Liana
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