Poem - Up The Clock Whichever Stings

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up
the clock
whichever
stings

the faded
retaliation
leads

the purple
rumor
winds

handsome
flame
destroys
underneath
the rare
curse
magenta
door
swims
recklessly

we
runs
under
the forgotten
prison
unlike
the clock
the horrible
praise
elucidates

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