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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2003 Dec 19 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.19.21.54.9662]] |
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The hours are blurring together As time drips from the clock on the wall Running in streams of lost minutes Down the walls of this one room apartment To mix with a puddle of uncried tears Pouring from the mouth of a tipped glass below And though the ticking has ceased With the melting of the second hand Each droplet hitting the water Counts the seconds until I too become liquid upon the floor |