tick
tick
tick
the clock counted down our fate
like a time bomb, destined to either explode or lay dormant forever
our time stolen, whisked away into illicit affairs, subtle stares and clandestine meetings
fragile and farfetched time, delicate as porcelain
mercurial and unprecedented time, ever changing and sudden as the wind
begged and borrowed time.
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Fanfictionvent writing 'please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognise anywhere.' started | saturday 27th march, 11:12pm finished ;
