I wished to stop the hour,
So I turned my clock off,
But forgot of the big alarm
That the world is.
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Poetry"A little too less, tasteless, A little too much, unbearable." Such is salt, and so is life. To the rose I preserved in between those two pages for so long that the pages no longer smell of them. Highest ranking: #44 in poetry as of 08.12.16
32.Time
I wished to stop the hour,
So I turned my clock off,
But forgot of the big alarm
That the world is.
