Hands
of the clock
A young
man's gaze
Fears
of silence, but
Isn’t
silence supposed to be silent?
Somewhere
under the rib cage
The
young man's dream
slowly gone mute
Along
with the tick.. tock..
tick..
tock..
Hands
of the clock
His very
heart
You.
All things
went totally quiet.
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