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Soon enough it will be clear
Tick...tick...it keeps talking,
and a new door begins unlocking.
Click.....goes the lock,
and coo...coo...says the clock.
Loud grinding gears,
passing years.
In sadness and cheers,
the future appears.
Second after second slip,
anxiously biting the lip.
Holding one hand at the hip,
losing grip?.
Your final Second is here,
ready to leave dear.
There is no need to fear,
soon enough it will be clear.
*S*
