With a paused clock above the door,
they would stare at the second's hand;
Lifeless, sublime.
(Wait, let me just close my eyes)
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Poetry[An Experimental Attempt] A book of poetry that doesn't always rhyme; towards yet another attempt to dwell into realities, emotions and dreams-trying to scratch away layers without tearing them up. Thank you for checking them out.
Pretentiously Blind
With a paused clock above the door,
they would stare at the second's hand;
Lifeless, sublime.
(Wait, let me just close my eyes)
