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it's irritating,
how my clock ticks in this disturbing silence,

it's not its fault i understand,
no, that it knows nothing more but to run circles around dots,

but still i'm annoyed,
that it dwells on the same dot for days due to some malfunction,

just like i am with you,
and my inability to progress into anew due to some malfunction,

terrified of letting this spot go,
for i know not who else there is to love other than you,

even when i am set free to run another lap,
but the dots look alike, your face i see in them,

and my comrades -- mr. tall and ms. short,
they help none that our reunion only lasts a moment,

all we like clockwork at one point or another,
and moving on is answerable by purchasing a new one,

to dwell in once again a new dilemma,
a new set of dots.

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