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c l i c k c l a c k

The sound of sand and dust
Walking
Not talking
Because

y o u a r e a l o n e

The lights just whisper
And the blister
On your foot
Is hurting you

h u s h h u s h

The wind creates noises
Until you hear voices
When night falls onto the canvas
Of the street

g r o w c r o w c r a w l

Into darkness you fall
Feeling small
Already?
It’s not too late

f e e l m e

You’re running out of oxygen
Pumping blood like
Flickering light
Is it too late?

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