luule
Sunday, September 30, 2012
The clock it moves,
slower than hell.
Waiting for it,
for the ringing bell.
The lady moves,
like an enemy of mine.
Making me insane,
is only a matter of time.
My missing knowledge,
she always wants to mock.
In place I'm frozen,
like a rock.
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