The sound of the clock continues its drumming rhythm, with the tick and it's tocks. With it's noisy system operation, the clock continues its rhythm.
Oh how I desire for the clock to stop.
Oh how I desire for the clock to stop interrupting my thoughts.
Oh how I desire for the clock to understand.
Oh might I love if the clock stopped, and let me think, rather it would not.
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Whispers
Short Storya book that is just my thoughts, influenced by many, but decided to write them down on a piece of simple internet paper. Whispers #758 Short Stories on 6.15.14
