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Tick Tock

Hitherto she stepped and stopped,
Stopped and stepped she hitherto,
Counting down every tick,
Waiting for the clock to stop…
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Clutched in her hand a dagger,
Gleaming brightly by her side,
Waiting for the clock to stop,
Waiting for the tock…
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A bony handle between small fingers,
And a sweet perfume from her hair,
She breathed a sigh and then contrived,
Murderers like her were rare…
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The clock boomed a heartbeat thump,
Inching towards the day,
Every tick and every tock,
Equal to a mournful bay,
Small and slight like a bird of prey,
Fluttering through the night…
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Hitherto she stepped and stopped,
Stopped and stepped she hitherto,
Counting down every tick,
Waiting for the clock to stop…

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A moment in the night about a shadowed individual and the countdown until daylight…… and the ending of a heartbeat……

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night, girl, heart, clock, dagger, femme, murder, tick, tock, fatale, charlotta

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