night and all the sounds that wander night and all the weird things you can conjure night and all the bad thoughts that fester night and all the dreams you plan night and all the good memories from the past night and all the visions you see night and all the music you listen to…
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Clockwork Reversed | Poem
To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again — I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the…