Inside the Clock

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When time flies...

Speeding through darkness, breathless, at my own will

I once was

Almost forgotten, the sheer bliss (of flying)

My mind feels as if in three pieces at once

And it seems as if I were looking at the world from underwater

Time was divided

Pulling me in two directions

The clock hands smearing our weary faces

Held back by the glass pane

The days flicking by our faces

As slowly the broken pieces recollect

Time is restored

And I am speeding through darkness, breathless

Flying again

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