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the clock on the wall

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the clock on the wall

tick tocks

tick tocks

 

the lead of a pencil

scratches the paper

in swift curvy motions

 

a leaf falls

swirling down from its tree

landing gently on the dying grass

 

a knock knock knock

is heard from the foyer

a door opens and then shuts

 

we wait

observing these endless moments of life

moments that have become part of our daily lives

 

we wait

though we aren’t always sure why

we do it anyways

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