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tic-toc tic-toc tic-toc the clock above the mantel recites this steady prose this house stands empty outside its walls the wailing wind echoes through its halls the crows, ravens, vultures invited they all came to pick and divide the mosaic of this life the walls stripped bare the carpets rolled up only the creaking floor protests this naked home above the mantel the crier remains reciting this steady prose tic-toc tic-toc tic-toc
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
the crier
tic-toc tic-toc tic-toc the clock above the mantel recites this steady prose this house stands empty outside its walls the wailing wind echoes through its halls the crows, ravens, vultures invited they all came to pick and divide the mosaic of this life the walls stripped bare the carpets rolled up only the creaking floor protests this naked home above the mantel the crier remains reciting this steady prose tic-toc tic-toc tic-toc
Sponge-shoes-Square-compass
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
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