I am a monster in the truest sense of the wordMature

I place these small things 
along the shore, building jetties
with the hope that one day during rough waters 
you might find this place
and take shelter here 
but every night the harbor 
is as empty as all my efforts 
and I can’t erase the things I’ve done 
or the things I wish I could have done 
but I wouldn’t want to anyway - 
I am a ticking clock,
I am a song cast out over the waters, 
drawing you in.

The End

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