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Clocks rupture Their willowy hands thaw Groping for each solemn hour Stillness encapsulates Seconds wither Time is a stagnant corpse Lying composedly Amid a necropolis of lives he’s taken Guilt sinks its teeth in like wet cement Time once whispered his tears Through a colorless chime None heard None cared None mourned All just watched Watched with cavernous fright As time clung to their shadows Scribbling death upon their veins And staining their youth with fear “What a harrowing purpose I serve” Time croaked And with quivering lips Time slipped away Tick Tic Ti T _____
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Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
Demise
Clocks rupture Their willowy hands thaw Groping for each solemn hour Stillness encapsulates Seconds wither Time is a stagnant corpse Lying composedly Amid a necropolis of lives he’s taken Guilt sinks its teeth in like wet cement Time once whispered his tears Through a colorless chime None heard None cared None mourned All just watched Watched with cavernous fright As time clung to their shadows Scribbling death upon their veins And staining their youth with fear “What a harrowing purpose I serve” Time croaked And with quivering lips Time slipped away Tick Tic Ti T _____
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Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
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