I want to shove the hands of the clock forward.
Maybe, just maybe would time get on it's spindly legs and run,
just enough so the night would end and the first blink of the sky meant that it was morning and the sun had awoke.
All of this talk of mine could have made me fall asleep, and time would go even faster. Dreaming sweetly about how morning in this wretched town would sweep up the ground and the sky and make the world beautiful once again.
Everyday, the pearly white glow of the sun would pour in through the window on the left side and give me such light and enjoyment I didn't eat a single...
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