aren’t i a clockwork?
the clock is ticking
and before i know it
i will have labeled this
another dream to forget, before i
know it i will have walked away
from my rainy mornings
and pressed the loose-leaf
paper into some random poetry book
to be lost forever in the
depths of my mind
to be lost forever in the abyss that is time.
(the abyss, the abyss, sucking my soul
into endless chasms, the soul i give in the hopes
that it’ll come back, transformed into something
better).
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