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"Wind the clock" by Charles Bukowski
It’s just a slow day moving into a slow night it doesn’t matter what you do everything just stays the same. the cats sleep it off, the dogs don’t bark, it’s just a slow day moving into a slow night, there’s nothing even dying, it’s just more waiting through a slow day moving into a slow night. you don’t even hear the water running, the walls just stand there and the doors don’t open…it’s just more...
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