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As I Long for Standstill

on July 07, 2022

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So many times,

The clock must tick.

Never stopping,

Marching on,

Shooting arrows

Through my chest

As I long for standstill,

Just for a little while.

Denied by the ticking.

So many times.

burn the felt heart

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