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November 29, 2006
Time
The clock ticked so loudly.
It was the first thing she noticed:
the steady sound of that
broken down clock,
slowly, painfully grinding,
tolling for its own death.
And as it slowed,
pendulum swinging unsteadily,
she withered away
without a moment's
notice.
It was the first thing she noticed:
the steady sound of that
broken down clock,
slowly, painfully grinding,
tolling for its own death.
And as it slowed,
pendulum swinging unsteadily,
she withered away
without a moment's
notice.
1 Comments:
Ooh, I like this. Time and death. The croccodile of time is chasing after all of us, isn't it?
I really like the imagery you used here.
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