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and
the tock
sounds
of the clock.
Sounds
of the past.
They are gone
away as soon as
they are said.
The seconds rushing
by so fast.
Never truly a moment
to relax.
In your ears
a constant
never stopping
countdown.
In your head it should
blast.
This constant reminder
that life doesn't
last.
Dreadful the echo
of the moment
when you realize
another second
is gone.
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To call it back
can't be done.
Tick
and
tock.
It doesn't stop.
Your breath you hold.
You don't want to
grow old.
But alas the echo
of moments past
is the only
thing
that last.
No escaping it.
Still the same
even if you can't
hear it.
Clinging to a
moment that
is
already gone.
Life seems to be
a sad song.
Before you even
blink it is
Gone.
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