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11:11

11:11

Make a wish, my love

Time binds us but it does not make us.

Consumes us.

All things

Are

Relative

To that

Tick tock

Ding

Of the clock.

Such is life

Such is us.

Allow it to shape us

Lift us

Bring us

Back

Push us

Forward

Bittersweet

Tick tock.

Traveling backwards only in memories

And dreams

Moving forward always

Never ending

You cannot choose it's course

Though

Your destination to the past is yours for tge choosing.

Allow this time

To clear

Your mind

Fill it

Only

With the

Present.

Nothing more.

What choice have we?ticktock

That time is lost.

The time

Is NOW.

WISHES

DREAMS

LUST

So much to say in such restrained time.

Man made

Ever present

Tick tock.

Loud and

Noisy

Fluid and

Graceful

Steady

Tick Tock.

Leave it

There

Be here

You

Me

Sheets and flesh.

We have

Such

Little

Time

Tick Tock

Rue the day and leave it behind.

A forgotten hole.

Gone

Forever.

We are now

Sweet Night

Tick Tock.

11:11

Wish

11:12

Sleep.

Breathe me in.

The present.

The love.

Tick Tock

Ding.

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amor-sin-remorse
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Published
Jul 8, 2013
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