Somewhere, a clock ticks.
Every day we wait is another day we cannot take back.

No. It can wait. This can wait.
The heart should always bring you back.

But still the clock is ticking. Ticking. Ticking.
Not the heart. It does not tick. But the clock —
Somewhere, a clock ticks.
Every day we wait is another day we cannot take back.

What are we all waiting for anyway?
We can’t synchronize this; time.




You. Your move.

A clock ticks, somewhere.

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About Klassy

How Klassy got her groove back.

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