Sunshine
Shining your light on the clock as if to offer a begging child a loaf of bread.
Always out of reach, grasping tightly for fear of loss.
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Regal.
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Antagonizing the clock, begging for darkness. For the sun’s kiss to set behind the
Hills. Seconds passing by, like a hammer pounding a nail into stone. Tick, tick, tick, tick.
Goodnight. Goodbye.
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Encompassing all but the deepest, darkest crevices.
Reaching every darkest secret.
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Keep shining bright, sun in the sky, into a new day, full of new hopes.
Even the clock has hopes for his time, to bask in the sunshine.
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