AChild
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breath in tip toes
star light skiing on
what is not yet ice
in my hand I hold
a tracker of the universe
sliding all around me
tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock,
can't breath that fast,
nor does it pay to do so
humming birds smirk at
my slow progression
tick is the sound of ending
tock is the worship of the moment
pick up the pieces for effect
breath in tip toes
star light skiing on
what is not yet ice
in my hand I hold
a tracker of the universe
sliding all around me
tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock,
can't breath that fast,
nor does it pay to do so
humming birds smirk at
my slow progression
tick is the sound of ending
tock is the worship of the moment
pick up the pieces for effect
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