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hellowww, i’m back.ᐟ (˶˃𐃷˂˶)˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞

this beheaded one is common. in the gaze of their own deceit they fall, blind, exiled, & forever cut from minds they sought to corrupt. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

a little sketch i drew at my lunch break today.

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each tick a thinning thread,

each tock a fleck of rust

loosening from the ribs of time.

seconds bleed into minutes,

minutes into hours,

hours into days that fall

like brittle leaves from a failing tree.

the hands keep moving, faithful and cold,

though the metal underneath them

is quietly giving way.

one day the ticking will soften

not into silence at once,

but into a hush so slight

it feels like mercy.

and then

no chime, no shatter

just a clock that has forgotten

how to count. ⏦