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if a willing heart
is the only true shelter,
this cold will kill me.
is the only true shelter,
this cold will kill me.
Literature
The Clock
The dials spun counter clockwise back into time on a large old wooden chime clock. It's broad base stands mighty on the floor, made of dark auburn thick heavy oak wood. It towers in an unknown living room. Looking left of the megalithic clock upon the hallway against a beige wall, there is an opening into a kitchen with a dining room table and dining set not unusual in any typical household. In front of the clock is a bland white couch made of coarser thread and to the right of the couch is a living room TV set spanning across a 5 foot wall ending close to where the kitchen begins on the adjacent wall. It is as you would suspect, a typical li
Literature
March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
Literature
Dreamers
Us ne'er do wells find nothing
In oblique, obsidian towers.
But once there was a world
We were meant to create.
Dream of it to pass the hours.
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