life goes backward,
the clock of it,
and you don't know it.
when your sleeping
hours tick off backward ...
not always, but oh, yes they do,
while you're not looking.
how can it do that?
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
life goes backward,
the clock of it,
and you don't know it.
when your sleeping
hours tick off backward ...
not always, but oh, yes they do,
while you're not looking.
how can it do that?
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