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The tick ticking of the clock
Was a flick in my ear,
A scrimmage of sorts
Or a remembrance of idle
Days, hours, minutes,
Seconds
Gone,
Wasted on fumbled aggressions,
Wasted on putrid
Narcissism of youth
My youth
Upon movement and
Frayed by ignoring the tick ticking.
In comparison to the bestiality
Of lost time
And of seconds
Where I should have been
Focused on the tick ticking
In remembrance of
the fragility and of the brittleness
of a wasted clock
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