Clocks are supposed to run, the same way planes are supposed to fly. A stopped clock, wound down, broken, incinerated, wounds time so profoundly, your continuing heartbeat sounds arrogant.
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Clocks are supposed to run, the same way planes are supposed to fly. A stopped clock, wound down, broken, incinerated, wounds time so profoundly, your continuing heartbeat sounds arrogant.
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Countdown city hours take care of themselves. It's the wanton, elusive minutes that turn and prick like needles. Every clock is a first a protest and then a defeat.
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