![]() The clockA Poem by PerditionThere was a clock I remember A silver marking from the sun company You told me not to go and I was cordial to the cause Saturday was nothing again cards and riddles and laughter on the floor you wound the awkward station and the music roared the carafe of wine, and the oil of the city woke us drunk we were children in the mirror by morning I was gone and the clock broke the news You called me but how could we know we would not see each other again 'til I was so much older in only the merest handful of days © 2020 PerditionReviews
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7 Reviews Added on April 2, 2020 Last Updated on April 25, 2020 Author![]() PerditionVAAboutIf I remain beyond the hour, I'll try and bring more, but more to the barrel of truth, as noble and silent as I can muster and for those who may not know, I chose long ago to use this name "Perdition".. more..Writing
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