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Sep 7
The clock ticks wrong, yet time moves on, A promise shattered, never gone.

A silent scream, a muffled plea,
The ghosts you hide still shadow thee.

A twisted truth, a bitter lie,
It burns your throat, you cannot deny.

The questions hang, the answers thin,
A stain that lingers deep within.
Written by
Marwan Baytie  55/M/Australia
(55/M/Australia)   
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