by Theadora Hadzi
Spinning hands
Turning gears
Does time truly
Erase your tears?
Those blunt numbers
That blank face
The borders of time
Are a sad, sad place
The passing minutes
The ticking seconds
In tune with my heart
Do you reckon?
My little clock
That’s been here from the start
Holds the clockwork
The clockwork of my heart
Turning gears
Does time truly
Erase your tears?
Those blunt numbers
That blank face
The borders of time
Are a sad, sad place
The passing minutes
The ticking seconds
In tune with my heart
Do you reckon?
My little clock
That’s been here from the start
Holds the clockwork
The clockwork of my heart
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