Tick, tock
I'm all alone,
Listening the the clock count on,
Breaking through my soft background noise.
Tick, tock
My throat is dry,
Tired of only being used to call for my dog.
Tick, tock
There's nothing I wouldn't do,
Just to hear someone else's voice,
Or have a simple conversation.
Tick,
The clock stops,
Leaving me to only listen,
To my lonely thoughts.
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Prompt
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