Clock With No HandsA Poem by Kelly B.A relationship that was doomed from the start.I heard you screaming like a gun raised to a mime I failed to read between your imaginary lines I tried to navigate our ship on nothing but dry land I was keeping track of time on a clock with no hands © 2017 Kelly B.Reviews
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