Dear heart,

Why is it that you
always seek the unknown?

On the clock there was a tick,
That never seemed to make it
It's desire was to stop,
But it was captive to the tock.
So, the tick kept spinning round,
Irriated by its own sound,
It had pleaded for release,
But time is hungry like a beast.
The tick will never find an end,
It will consume you and you're friends,
It will keep on running with the tock
Because it is time, or it is not.

They raised me with a promise
my ancestors, I did not make any
I live to honor theirs.

These scars
bear my witness
I did not see it coming
a minute
later
she married
the
alligator.

I am
one dragon away
from catching fire

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