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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