solitary as a lonely clockface ticks
in an empty house
then winds down and dies alone
its hands frozen
and there be no time to say goodbye
hours minutes seconds
I loved you then
solitary as a lonely clockface ticks
in an empty house
then winds down and dies alone
its hands frozen
and there be no time to say goodbye
hours minutes seconds
I loved you then
Wow – The affective psychology of entropic time framed in a home devovling into a material house Sent from my iPad
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Thanks Marek for your continued support. David.
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