WE only know each other
in the dark, still the
clock tics, testing, one,
two, three, four.
WE stain the ground with
our blood, testing, one, two,
three, four.
WE exhale our goodbys, testing,
one, two, three, four.
WE shake hands, and fly out
the door, still the clock
ticks, and ticks, for more.
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This poem has fluidity and great imagery, the pace is racey as is the subject. Such as life, we just have to remember to live in the now and slow down enough not to miss each other before it is all done and dusted. 10 from Tai