When Time Runs Out
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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The clock stares,
its hands frozen in their final reach,
a silence louder
than all the hours before.
Breath catches,
as if holding on could pull it back,
but the moment slips,
a thread unraveling into nothing.
Shadows stretch,
longer now,
fading into a horizon
we can no longer see.
What remains
is neither regret nor triumph,
only a echo
of what was,
and the space where we stood.
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