The fragile clock's repetitive melody began slipping 6 feet under, but maybe I wont change the batteries this time.
A simply elegant tune played every hour closer to death and the life after the afterlife im living in currently seems rather cruel.
A DING and a depressing growl;
Im closer to dying-- like that fragile clock that reminds me every sixty misty minutes that im wishing wouldnt finish.
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