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The clock ticks, a persistent sound So timely, predictable, comforting Straight like a board, simplicity is complexity The small hand is their conductor Pup-petting their very motion The walls creak the sound of despair Longing to be relieved from their shackles Hollowing out their insides, Revealing their holes Concrete, stucco, asphalt Solidifies their existence The board mocks their silent screams An empty canvas to be scribbled upon Steered by the gestures of its very strokes Tainted by the smell of the ink’s sweet high A reflection of their inner thoughts
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Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
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The clock ticks, a persistent sound So timely, predictable, comforting Straight like a board, simplicity is complexity The small hand is their conductor Pup-petting their very motion The walls creak the sound of despair Longing to be relieved from their shackles Hollowing out their insides, Revealing their holes Concrete, stucco, asphalt Solidifies their existence The board mocks their silent screams An empty canvas to be scribbled upon Steered by the gestures of its very strokes Tainted by the smell of the ink’s sweet high A reflection of their inner thoughts
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caroline-5
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
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