I like to write - I like to write small
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
The Advance of Time
The room is warm, the skin is cold.
Silence, but for the ticking of the clock,
tarnished are it's arms, laboured is it's movement,
but always ticking onwards.
Unrelenting in the advance of time.
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