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Clock Tower

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I fire

From the clock tower.

People expire

Under my gun shower.

 

I deliver the hereafter

At the speed of fright or faster.

I capture the fracture

In their eyes--

Seeing them being

At the moment of their demise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Tad_Winslow You're currently reading the poem Clock Tower, which was posted on Mar 3, 2009 by Tad_Winslow.

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