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Wristwatch

The clock that doesn't stop.

By Sabrina TaylorPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Time controls us all. Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall. Eyes always searching for a clock on the wall.

Seconds turn to minutes and the minutes turn to hours, how I wish I had slow motion powers.

One day I'm 10, next I'm 20. Oh precious time, you think you're so funny.

Wake up at sunrise, sleep at sunset. I won't have many more of these lights, I bet.

Sun ups and sun downs, will there be clouds? How many more times will I see the earth go 'round?

I'm not a fan of time because it's not on my side. Instead of on an airplane... it takes me on a slow drive.

The clock is selfish and it won't run out, but it acts like it doesnt have time to waste on my account.

The clocks keeps spinning, so I guess time is winning. I have no time to kill but my time keeps on killing.

I look to the clock as I breathe my last breath, and just for a second time stood as still as my death.

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