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You watch the plastic frame meld into itself, The second hand turning inward Smoothly running down the walls like fingertips trying to find their hands, Tapping the pencil against the desk, Tapping soles onto tiled floors, Toes rhyming in spite of themselves, waiting.
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
Melting Clock Faces