What We Break, Without Knowing.
Time slows, but not to a stop,
all the time we watch the clock,
while talking, a laugh, then brief pause,
then at last we find the cause,
when smiles fade and lips draw a line,
a chance appears to stop the time,
and in this time and chance we take,
the hammer falls and clocks we break.
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