As the clock ticks down, silence fills the air,
and life's countdown quietly falls from parched lips.
Aridly haunting times of past remembering, filling
up many acres of tranquility, laughingly pursued
as serene.
Shattering light throughout the world, fragmenting
it's thoughts as the clock ticks away times of sand.
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