the clocks hands weep

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The clock hands weep, a silent toll,

As shadows lengthen, claim the soul.

No rush, no chase, no fervent plea,

Just hollow quiet, and only me.

A vacant gaze, a heart subdued,

Where restless thoughts once fiercely brewed.

Now barren calm, a chilling grace,

In empty stillness, find my place.

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