Clicking Of A Beast

[snowman]

Click. Clack.

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The seconds tick, the days run wild.
Yet, with every click, I can't get you off my mind.

Always in the corner, always in the crack.
I ponder, then, when will you spiral back?
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[snowman]

Click. Clack.

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A manifestion of effort and reward has been made.

A single step that will never be beholden to trade.

I wonder, then, if what I feel is born by it.

Or, if in truth, I feel earnest pride within that fits.

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[snowman]

Click. Clack.

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A moment of solace, a moment of calm.
But in every moment, a sensation of qualm.

But with every click, I persist in this moment, no time to grieve.
For this moment, even with the urge to weep, I must weave.
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