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Cuckoo clock
Tick tock tick tock that the sound of as Cuckoo clock, as each second moves the minute turn to two, with each breath you take your mind gose through that gate. Everything sping, turning, going like clockwork untill it stops yoir heart beat quicken's before it hit that final plot. Your vision gose white as you enter a new world tonight, cant your hear it that sound of your time runing out?
Published 18th Apr 2018
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