One-Way
When you cry
I cry
When you smile
I smile
When you run
I run
When you jump
I jump
But
When I do
You don't
Sunday 29th January 2017 3:21 am
Death in Real Time
His last gasp of air
Tick, tock
She stares in despair
Tick, tock
But the children keep on screaming
The wind keeps on screeching
The hammer keeps on pounding
The cars keep on sounding
Watching
Tick, tock
The hour
Minute
Second
To stop
But
It does not
Sunday 29th January 2017 3:19 am
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