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The Clock On the Wall

Tick Tock.
Dark oak wood.
Silver frame.
Ornately carved.
Ever so delicate.
Ever so beautiful.
Numbers, painstakingly written.
Thick, black ink.
Something so old,
So simple.
Ticking away
The time
We have left.
Tick Tock.

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