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Broken Arms | Poem

watching a clock

Crack the glass
watch hours pass
knowing damn well
they’re not coming back

Yet here I stand
in quicksand
watching a broken clock
that has no hands

I reach out
but with broken arms
Wearing scars
like wrist charms

“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.”

-Haruki Murakami

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Jordan Antonacci
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