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tick tock



i hear the clock



and do you see me cry?



inconsiderate, never asking



permitting all the lies







soft touch



hear me



screaming in-loud, and why?



crossing loomed, frustration hiding in



warm baked cherry pies







webbed heart



in strom



all life is passing by



everything i am released



in one gentle sigh