Bottled up youth
The silence is loud, deafening.
The clocks hand continues to resonate,
eddied between time and space,
as the girl, she stares across,
her window slightly ajar, revealing to her only
a sliver of the outside.
Its beauty and its monstrosity
filtered so
her innocence remains a precious jewel
for all to stare in awe
whilst time runs its
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