Glass face is utterly transparent
and money's heart is utterly spent.
That car is utterly exhausted
broken dial is utterly useless
cause the hands below won't proceed
make their way through torturous hours.
I am utterly fallen
utterly beaten,
pathetically screaming,
wildly dreaming,
slowly sobbing,
suddenly realizing
my hands are pointing forward.
Getting up,
heart utterly fluttering,
eyes and door forever shut.
The End

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