If the clock ticks, signalling time going by.
It would pass slower, with a little lie.
Then there would be only one cry.
The one when I'd have to say goodbye.
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
