Passing Through Time
The clock ticks
A girl turns her head
Tick, Tock
Her mother lays in bed
Tick, Tock
Wires lie over their heads
Tick, Tock
She takes a deep breath
Tick, Tock
The blood drips from her mother's neck
Tick, Tock
She closes her eyes
Tick, Tock
And prays everything is fine
Tick, Tock
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