Chloe Lubinska Poems
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Latent clocks forge their fraudulent time
But still their rigid works spin
Like when an ember envisages it's stage
Realising one's life that lays slim
A synchronised beat
Cradling a death
Blood that drips, thick and thin
Constant throughout our own awareness
Hence our perception frozen to a bias angle
We dare to peek down
Can one emit?
As their consecutive ribbons
Descend on deceit they commit.