Imagine
A timeless clock plays a beat.
A beat of which you choose,
The recipe of fabricated smiles
Were Fed in a plastic spoon
And while life sings a melody
Of a sorrowful tune
The rope of love
Starts to get loose.
But in reality ,
The timeless clock didn't play a beat
It didn't tell you to choose
It won't stop for anyone to hear
Because the clock played you.
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Mind Full Of Tricks
Short StoryA portrait seen only for its colors. For how the lines danced across one another . Making a connection when noticed . if you stared at it long enough , it wouldn't look the same anymore. Oh yes , get amazed by the final results of what you never th...
