It has rattled on now for
years.
The clicks, the clacks
have become
special.
Memories have faded more
still.
A need to feel
more passion
has slowed.
Quiet moments are a lot,
more.
My child has grown
still inside
myself.
The clicks and clacks remind me
again.
Another breath
ribs expand
exhale.
Madness becomes you, when you are sick.
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