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My Clockwork Heart

tic. toc.
my clockwork heart
it beats for you.
my dark gold blood
it pumps. it flows
throughout, my hands
go cold.

tic. toc.
my springs unwind,
I’m breaking down.
my engine mind
the sparks, they die
my art, my soul
go cold.

tic. toc.
my iron bones
they snap for you.
Your fleeting touch
your warmth, it fades
away, my life
goes cold.

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