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THE
SECONDS ARE TICKING AWAY
Some cut up heir bodies just to feel
Some
take out both eyes just to see
The realm of apathy is such a strange
place to be
Some take a walk to end up nowhere
Some mix up a glance
with glare
Some ignore the innocence in a child’s blink
Some dream
of living in the sink
Some can only exist in the dark quarters
Amongst
the cobwebs and clutter
Some shy their eyes away
While the seconds
are ticking away
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