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The Clock

January 9, 2011
By Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road


I hear the ticking of the clock that isn’t there. You heartless being, it is all I can think. It keeps sounding. Hitting me with every beat, your there and it will not go away.

Tick, and I see your face.

Tock, and I hear your words.

Tick, I see your smile.

Tock, I feel your touch.

Tick, I hear those words.

Tock, I replay it all again.

You are always there with me, beating with the clock that isn’t there.


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