Ticking ClocksA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenTicking Clocks I love the sound of ticking clocks. An echo of time as it slips wet and silently through my grasp. As you slip carelessly through my mind, screeching at my memories like a banshee, tearing through hardened arteries, ripping my soul to discarded shreds. The passage of moments will though soften these vicious hurts, the clocks may stop but time will not. 29/09/12 © 2012 John Alexander McFadyenReviews
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18 Reviews Added on September 29, 2012 Last Updated on September 29, 2012 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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