What happened to clock,
stopped for a while;
I'm still,
still for a while.
Scary vision,
and porous barrier;
hard to make,
hard to explain.
Secret of closed door,
and potrait of strange:
Search of alike,
window of mystery.
Sound of guilt,
and voice of conscience;
A leak through fault.
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