The clock ticks in the silence,
harsh and soft, like words unspoken,
wires crisscross the sky
Echoing voices with my own twist,
I hear the hum of longing,
knowing it need not return
The clock ticks in the silence,
harsh and soft, like words unspoken,
wires crisscross the sky
Echoing voices with my own twist,
I hear the hum of longing,
knowing it need not return
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