This One Life

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Clocks are such strange things,

They tell the time, but they don’t tell you how to use it.

Continuously, on and on, never ending,

They’ll always be there, taunting you with their eyes,

Because I know, like you know, that they know,

That time is infinite.

But we are not.

 

 

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