| The gears continue spinning, |
| buried far inside of me, |
| Although to the outside world, |
| they cannot be seen. |
| But somewhere amidst the cluttered clockwork, |
| exists a single, solitary gear, |
| and it's just like any other, |
| 'cept it doesn't function anymore. |
| Yet it continues to spin and spin, |
| while its teeth just miss their mark, |
| and this machine continues to churn, |
| not giving it any hark. |
| And so the tic-toc in this old clock, |
| is lost... |
| as empty eyes gaze, |
| upon an empty world, |
| since this old clock's ticker, |
| Has long been dislodged, |
By love once had... and lost.
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