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by BOB GALLO Oct 11, 2021 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
You love me now. ~Ticking clock, ticking clock~ You do not love me anymore ~Ticking clock ticking clock~ I am as crumbled as autumnal leaves but I am as young as the petals of springs also ~Ticking clock, ticking clock~ for they go away, yet they're always coming back.~Ticking clock, ticking clock~ Love you now and forever for now, is eternal. ~Ticking clock, ticking clock~ either beating hearts are real or ticking clocks, omnipresence, or distance. ~Dripping clocks, dripping clocks~