the machine is ticking,
run by slightest moonbeams,
let alone by the ravaged sun,
sucker punching away,
wild corners, what's around them,
leave swaying shadows, bent,
twigs in water, and all of it
ticking away to what lies
at the next bend
run by slightest moonbeams,
let alone by the ravaged sun,
sucker punching away,
wild corners, what's around them,
leave swaying shadows, bent,
twigs in water, and all of it
ticking away to what lies
at the next bend
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