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clock is ticking

heart is beating

unclear as to where the tick lies

computer hums

minds buzzed

jagged nothing floats with something

like a moat around my soul

guarding from danger

that could come to rape

me of my innocence

I was born innocent

but it became stale

like bread turned blue at the edges

frayed like cotton threads

holding something together

what was it again?

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