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Clock Ticking in the Dark
In the quiet room, the clock ticks,
each sound a pebble in the night.
The ketapang tree sways outside,
leaves whispering secrets to the wind,
holding stories I dare not touch.Hope lingers like a distant echo,
knowing well it won't arrive.
The room breathes a silent truth,
as the world spins gently beyond reach,
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