Ticking Clocks: A Poetry Collection
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In the shadows, there lies a pain. It gnaws at the heart, and piece by piece, the pain grows stronger, leaving a hole. Here is the window to my deepest thoughts.
Most of these poems I wrote a longer time ago, but there is at least one recent one. Please enjoy. Poems may contain dark themes.
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