The clock unhung...
The clock unhung
marks seconds as they pass.
Daylight begins to push away
the dark behind the clouds.
I stare at emptiness
and ponder ash and spiderweb.
A toddler starts to murmur
in the other room.
The clock unhung
marks seconds as they pass.
Daylight begins to push away
the dark behind the clouds.
I stare at emptiness
and ponder ash and spiderweb.
A toddler starts to murmur
in the other room.
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