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Another lock clicks
open, into yet another void.
The clock upon the wall ticks,
another fancy toyed.

thought flows to cease
the words that clog the ink,
disease,
from whose dark pools do you,
to your health drink?

do you see a wound?
I ask,
for the fox tonight howls,
the crows upon the hill bask,
flashing salivary jowls.

I saw the wind tossing
the grief that towers,
the face upon the showers passing,
that relentlessly glowers.