![]() ticktock.A Poem by Sarah Wilson
the lights are dim, the sun is setting
a glass of wine, half-empty casts a lonely shadow on the wall a clock is ticking a solemn reminder of how time keeps running even if we think we’re running out © 2011 Sarah WilsonAuthor's Note
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Added on August 13, 2011 Last Updated on August 13, 2011 Author
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