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Heavy Hearted Mar 29
Three
chests heave-
in the dark,
Breathing throughout
Each exhale.
The soundscape
adopts
a sleepers tone;
As
the clock's
      Tick tock,
Counting each second;
Becomes infinite-
The midnight's
metronome
Insues...
"What we've become is the price we've paid to get what we used to want".

— The End —