my fists, they are clinched.
my grip, that looks strong.
my jaws, they can bite the time and hold on to it.
but how will i defy the death?
when it comes i must let it go.
the fists would open.
the grip would losen.
my jaws would open to exhale the final bit of life.
time, then u may tick again.
but till then...
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