The Clock

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A circle of such significance
Sixty marks of mental anguish
The short arm vaguely stating where the sun sits in
the sky
While the long arm moves with unbelievable regularity
Followed by my anxious eyes
The red arm flies over both nonstop
The burning sun of this inside world
Beige, white, black, red, and full of numbers

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