The world is a large clock, ticking away, and we? We are its gears. Its small parts and its intricate mechanics. We break, we stop, we need oiling, we rust, and we work. But most of all, each of our parts is needed for the entirety of this system. Our grand clock ticks only because of us.
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In Principio
Poetryhello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.
