The clock keeps ticking
And her clouds is thickening
The clock's arm stands still
The women runs
The clock is broken
The fog has cleared away
She owns herself
She tries to escape
Beware the hectic lady
Voices follow her
She listens and sprint
She looks back
Black
Everything fades
Stuck on icky goo
She's lost
But finds herself
Back at the maze
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Poems with Jasables
PoetryPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
