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An old soul, the heart of a clock
Bees

There's a grinding
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                  Of my clock teeth
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                which every once in a while
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              get retouched with metal,
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                       sometimes plaster.
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                  There's a ticking
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            Of my clock heart
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        That's become less audible, in time,
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              or perhaps with age?
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              Maybe the grit of the gears
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          when you walked, in the past
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           (you were a teasing child)
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             changed the way I ticked.
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              The teeth grew bigger,
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              and wore off the gloss
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             of a finished childhood,
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                 leaving me open,
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                      tainted,
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                prone to blemishes.
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              Awkwardly, my internal affairs
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               were acting up.
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                   My metal heart would skip
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                            as if to keep up with you,
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         swarmed around by your large crowd
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in a sea of heads you were gone just as soon as you came,
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        not helping, my clockwork eyes were not so clockwork.
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    My keepers surely considered putting me down,
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           I never kept a right sense of time,
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                      and was late on many occasions.
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               they couldn't just fix me,
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and I refused to see myself
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                                           as broke.
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                   Like clockwork,
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           you showed up in shifts of my life,
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             each time outside the grasp of
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               my blackened hands, and
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   I would search your face
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             for numbers that weren't there for me.
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                        There was one time
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                 you were right in my class
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                       of status, type, and interest.
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              It was then
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that we were able to see was was behind each other's faces.
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               Neither of which could call time,
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one still running much faster.
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    I got your number,    but,
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                   too late to use it.
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                                One running much slower.
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         Your face has changed again, and finally,
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                                      turns away,
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                 the only reminder left?
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                 a digital recreation.
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            Sometimes I wonder as I'm looking
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                    with altered vision
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           if we will ever collide like, in the past
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                   (you were such a tease)
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    so very fickle, always changing at the last second.
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                     But then, aren't I, too?
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3 Feb 07


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??
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It wasn't that confusing...was it? o.o
 — Bees

Anyone?
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