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Time

Rating: 3.5

The seconds tick past,
a quiet clock on the wall, ticking, ticking,
never noticeable.
A minute can seem like an hour,
here one second, gone the next,
it never says goodbye.
it continues, unchanged, undetected,
is it really there?
do we just make it up? protecting ourselves,
making excuses.

it strikes,
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