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4d
Sunlight shone on the
fixtures of the room
Then became still.
I walked in the room then gasped —
People, marionette.

The windows showed a
completely still world,
Birds, were  marionette.
The wind was marionette.

I looked at the clock
that forgot to —
Tick — Tock.

My mind started to race,
Is this a vision or a void?

Then I blinked —
and the world began to
move again!
Fantasy and reality realization that time doesn't stop at the end
Written by
Hadiya Mahmood Siddiqui  16/F/Pakistan
(16/F/Pakistan)   
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