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Time snaps between her teeth, splintered hands of a broken clock wedged in a grin too wide, too sharp, too knowing. She holds a second like a secret, a pink pulse burning in her palm— a moment stolen, warped, rewound, played again at half-speed, then ripped apart before it can matter. Roman numerals orbit her head, etched in the neon crackle of unraveling time. She does not speak— the tick-tock lodged in her jaw does it for her. She laughs, or maybe she doesn’t. Maybe it’s just the gears grinding down, the echo of something already lost. Ground to dust, chewed and swallowed, never quite gone. Never quite enough.
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Time snaps between her teeth, splintered hands of a broken clock wedged in a grin too wide, too sharp, too knowing. She holds a second like a secret, a pink pulse burning in her palm— a moment stolen, warped, rewound, played again at half-speed, then ripped apart before it can matter. Roman numerals orbit her head, etched in the neon crackle of unraveling time. She does not speak— the tick-tock lodged in her jaw does it for her. She laughs, or maybe she doesn’t. Maybe it’s just the gears grinding down, the echo of something already lost. Ground to dust, chewed and swallowed, never quite gone. Never quite enough.
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