Like time doesn't stop, she waited
The railcar never arrived
Watch it, a step closer, all is stained
The yellow line is warmed
tick tock, drops of blood, it was fated
only a watch was watched
on the cold ground, a body dropped
no one even cried
Author note: he was late and someone kills her. When she watches her clock, the shooting happens.
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