Clock

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watch the clock tick
watch the clock tick
watch the clock tick
it stops and locks
everytime it hits the tock
something isn't right
something isn't right
the wood creaks from from the metal beams inside
a small gleam from deep within, mechanisms beyond my knowledge
seeping from the soul,a barage of chimes
watch the clock tick again,and again and again
something isn't right
is it the bell,scooping up more from the well
or am I just a shell
tock it stops

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