Tick-Tock.
Tick-Tock.
Tick-Tock.
Time is running.
The population is growing.
People are dying.
The sight is depressing.
Society is grey.
The sky pours rain.
Cheeks are stained.
The world is filled with pain.
Tick-Tock.
Tick-Tock.
Tick-Tock.
S. J.
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Poems
Poetry"love is a game of tic-tac-toe constantly waiting for the next x and o" This book consists of poems about life, love & pain. We all experience different things in our lives. We all met different people that changed our lives. We are all different. B...
