Little violent ticks
As seconds
Tear time apart
Thunder
...Thunder
Of the minute hand
Slapping numbers
From my face
And the longing hours
Slowly unfurl
A spring Naked Lady
Crimson veins
Pulse to a
Purple sunset
This time
This...
Time
Of peeling
And stretching and
Slit
With each tick
Flowered new
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