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Tikity Tok

Slowly, the hand turns.
Gradually, time ticks away,
Like water washing against a stone.
How long will it take till I’m worn down to nothing?

The time passing is bittersweet;
In the rush it disappears with satisfaction;
Yet in the stillness, it drags on indefinitely.
Who am I to stand against the ravages of time?

The tears fall;
Yet nobody remembers why,
I guess it wasn’t all that important.
But why does it feel that way?
Written by Huh (Rainbow Serpent)
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