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May 2014
They're like the sound
Of a monitor toning off
Seconds until a hated loved one dies
But also the sound
Of the clock on her
Walls chiming closer to wishing hour.
And I can't help but wonder why
Her mind is the constant repetition.
Jessica Leigh
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Jessica Leigh  US
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