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The Clock

"Time."

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Time passes like a gentle breeze. The hands move slowly to caress the seconds like a deceitful lover. The clock's face, benign and handsome, looks on. As the days, months and years pass, the clock ticks a rhythm. Beguiling, giving a false sense of security. Time passes, waiting for a birth, a death. The deceitful hands move on. We are born, we die. The clocks face, serene, shows no mercy. Ticking away our lives and when we are gone. The clock ticks on.

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