Clock 🕛
Hurry back to me , before our clock is changed by repairs . You konw nothing stays the same . After a loose wire in made aware . If you’ve killed me in your mind Why can I hear you call my name all the time Don’t shed a tear on this earth When it’s you who buried me first . I remember soft breathing , nights safe in your grip You gently whisper that I am not alone Now I lie on the floor , traching my own lips Reminds me of the place I called home .
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A good poem, strong if it comes to the feelings. 👍🍀 See second line for typing error
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