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Apr 2020
my heart was a pocket watch
you made me tick

when you threw me away
now the buttons don't click

you carried me everywhere
I served best as I could

holding on to your side
my shine always stood

one trip down the *****
and down the clock went

hit the floor hard
my gears being spent

my hands froze at midnight
still stuck on a dream

my watchman was never
the man that he seemed
Ivy Davenport
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