A secret engraved

Clock is no more relevant

Desires are deeply fervent

Death is a beautiful tendency

Life is no more a fantasy

Skin seeks a knife

Soul aches from life

Tongue mourns for blood

And body cries for mud

Life is not colorful

Flowers are not beautiful

Fields are null

Thoughts are dull

Eyes cannot see but skies

Lips cannot taste but cries

Melodies shatter in void

Heart is sculpting time

All and all conflicted

For my spirit is rejected

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The persistence of memory 1931, by Salvador Dali

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