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the ticking clock - it soothes, headaches sneak in like a crime. now in its place, a quiet slithers, leaving foreign trails behind. walls tainted with a past, bearing scars of reckless times. alas, it warns of five o’clock, sun mirrors back two bloodshot eyes. 3.4.26
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:42 AM UTC
not so silent night
the ticking clock - it soothes, headaches sneak in like a crime. now in its place, a quiet slithers, leaving foreign trails behind. walls tainted with a past, bearing scars of reckless times. alas, it warns of five o’clock, sun mirrors back two bloodshot eyes. 3.4.26
violetwilde
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:42 AM UTC
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