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Clock

Clock

Like a clock striking twelve,

I keep coming back to you

and we keep meeting

only for a little while

Only to be parted again.

Won’t it be better for both of us

if we stopped coming back altogether?

But no, our lives would stop

we’d lose meaning, if we stopped.

 

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