Poetry · Writing

Bout

Arms on the clock fight

time. Traveling battles through

exotic and on the same planet every

night. We fight
this losing battle against

ourselves. We lose we fight we

lose we fight we

test the realm of time. 
Arms on the clock fight

time. They lose every-

time. It’s time to hang

the gloves and challenging

the immortal life.

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