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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 6:28 pm
I sat in the dull dark room
seeing the face of my emeny
as I heard a sound of a mere clock
The sound pounded in my head
the ticking was mocking me
and the tocking was making fun of me
Seeing this clock had made me mad
as it tick and tock louder wrap a chill around me
it was killing my soul and my life
I ran to this clock seeing my emeny's face
I swing a punch at this thing that was mocking me
with that swing had send me a curse and made me dead
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 6:29 pm
I know it is not that good because i just thought of it real quick.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 10:00 pm
I think it's fascinating. Kind of makes you think. Mostly about time and clocks. But then I though about aging, and how a lot of people see that as their enemy.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 7:30 pm
I perceive that the person in this story does not want time to continue to go by. As though they want time to stop for whatever reason, sometimes I wish it would just stop.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:45 pm
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