4 Years of Repetition by Tari Xalyr

Click, Click, Click
Shaking hands,
Powerful metals stuck for
Four years of repetition


Click, Click, Click.
Sigh of relief.
Finally it’s free from,
Four years of repetition


Grind. Grind. Grind
Vibrations through the mind
Pipes sucking at the air after
Four years of repetition.


Grind. Grind. Grind.
Bubblegum flavoured
Sanded surfaces, smooth after
Four years of repetition.


“The perfect smile” she said.
After four years of repetition.


P.S. I do realise the title is really bad. . . .

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