Sound of a Clock

October 24, 2015

As eyes made of glass

can

easily

s h a t t e r ,

The memories it captured

Can never be forgotten.

But

Once it

s h a t t e r s

You’ll no longer be able to see

Ever.

Again.

However,

Only

The

Quick

Tick of the clock will be visible.

Fear will then

Restore

The shattered pieces

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