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Aug 2014
Tick, he pulled out his car.
Tock, his wheelbarrow wouldn't go far.

Tick, his phone battery was dead.
Tock, another lost bed.

Tick, Armani or guess?
Tock, food or medicine?

Tick, another drunken night.
Tock, the body pile grew high.

Tick, his coffee grew cold.
Tock, three drops or four.

Tick, born at 11:30.
Tock, born at 11:31.
Written by
ishaan khandpur  India
(India)   
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   betterdays
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