Words that kill, spill

Insidiously spread

With their own will

 

Thoughts jumbled

And feelings read

Between the lines

 

Drawn crooked

In this damp sand

Where I sit and play

 

With the broken

And misspent hand

That used to tick

Before echoed tock

 

But then just stopped

And this sad clock

Holds nothing more

 

But these horrid fears

Overflowing with all

Their salted tears

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