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Victoria Angel Poem
Buzzing loudly,
Is that coming from me?
Dust and filth in my shade,
Slightly cracked, was this how I was made?
My light yellowed and dim,
The chances of me getting a new light bulb are slim.
But I've been here for so long,
Everywhere else feels wrong.
Copyright © Victoria Angel | Year Posted 2017
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Victoria Angel Poem
I remember the sound of the clock ticking,
Reassuring me that it is still going.
When I cannot hear it, I know that it has not left,
But is simply hiding.
Copyright © Victoria Angel | Year Posted 2017
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