Hang up
Those clocks on a wall
Each own's heartbeat
flickering slowly,
essence of doom.
If she doesn't have time
she has nothing left.
Her miscellaneous misconception lingers
from looking at New York rainbows
One must only get
tired, fatigued, malnourished.
New York now is your last
chance to right the wrong
writer to write christmas carols -
Only in four seconds.
Gone.
Away, away.
In a strangers grasp.
Grasp.
Gasp, gasp.
He's taking me with
that track of thought
guiding me into that
dark cave where light
is emitted in the form
tears, droplets, river, floods.
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