Tick.
Each tug bring it closer,
The snap is inevitable.
And it will take its toll.
Tick.
Magnetic forces are at work.
Drawing it north and south,
East and west.
Tick.
It sputters but carries on,
It won’t stop
But it can break.
Tick.
Time is running out,
It’s closer now.
The break is happening.
Tick.
Torn and broken and shredded.
Breathless
But it won’t stop.
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