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I grab the wooden chair and pulled it through rooms and up the stairs I kicked the door open A cold wind blew the sketches of you rose to the air and settled down together beside my lonely bed And so I pulled the chair, and brought it to the wall I hesitated for a moment and heaved out a sigh I brought up a foot and forced myself up until my nose almost brushed the wall clock My warm breath made the clock's glass clouded Two hands grasped the clock Two feet managed to stay firm as I stood on the chair and dismounted the wall clock Finally, I sat down on the chair on the old wooden chair and my fingers found its way at the clock's back I twisted, and twisted and twisted I closed my eyes and opened them to see the clock's hands revolving counterclockwise for a second i just stared and stared and stared then closed my eyes and opened them again to stare.. My fingers suddenly became tired and the clock's hands seemed to stop Tears fell on its glass they rolled and found their way towards number 6 the day you left me the day it ended the day you died.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
Wall Clock
I grab the wooden chair and pulled it through rooms and up the stairs I kicked the door open A cold wind blew the sketches of you rose to the air and settled down together beside my lonely bed And so I pulled the chair, and brought it to the wall I hesitated for a moment and heaved out a sigh I brought up a foot and forced myself up until my nose almost brushed the wall clock My warm breath made the clock's glass clouded Two hands grasped the clock Two feet managed to stay firm as I stood on the chair and dismounted the wall clock Finally, I sat down on the chair on the old wooden chair and my fingers found its way at the clock's back I twisted, and twisted and twisted I closed my eyes and opened them to see the clock's hands revolving counterclockwise for a second i just stared and stared and stared then closed my eyes and opened them again to stare.. My fingers suddenly became tired and the clock's hands seemed to stop Tears fell on its glass they rolled and found their way towards number 6 the day you left me the day it ended the day you died.
jeuden-totanes
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
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