i_am_a_stopwatch
raze
digital
,
black
,
and
grey
.
my
faced dulled
down
almost
to
nothing
.
but
those
numbers
still
move
.
you
can
see
them
in
the
right
light
.
whatever
it
was
that
made
me
chirp —
nothing
so
musical
as
birdsong
;
closer
to
a
car
being
locked
from
the
outside
,
but
robbed
of
all
its
edge
—
was
broken
when
i
fell
.
now
i
can't
make
a
sound
.
but
i
can
measure
the
distance
between
the
beginning
and
the
ending
of
anything
,
all
things
,
and
the
lithium
battery
that
pumps anodic
blood
through
this
hard
body
has
life
in
it
yet
.
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