I spent the hours
To the rhythm of clocks
Kept in perfect, working order.
As they talked,
My heart stepped
Out to the concrete sidewalk
Where I measured
The cracks against
The shortening years of my life.
I spent the hours
To the rhythm of clocks
Kept in perfect, working order.
As they talked,
My heart stepped
Out to the concrete sidewalk
Where I measured
The cracks against
The shortening years of my life.
Oops, another one a tad bit sad?
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