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Sep 2014
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
With each tick of the fading clock,
Another second floats away
It won't be long until my final day.

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
With each tick of the fading clock,
Another piece of me falls away,
The next sun will mark my final day.

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
The last ever chime of the fading clock,
The last piece of me falls away
I greet, like a friend, my final day.
Written by
Callum
495
   hellopoet, Hilda and ryn
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