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Fifty minutes a week Tick tack tick tack One pound a minute The hourglass keeps track It’s a special space I was told Here, your trust will not be betrayed I’ve been sold I can open the gates, Let it flow I can reveal my heart, She will know It’s so strange I’m confused What is she hiding? She won’t say What is she thinking? She’ll reflect How can it be genuine? It’s her work Fifty minutes a week She will show Empathy and caring On demand I know nothing of her I’m afraid It is rigidly improper To enquire There are some rules I’m aware We can’t be friends It’s codified How can it be real? It’s mercantile One pound a minute The hourglass keeps track
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
Questions to my T
Fifty minutes a week Tick tack tick tack One pound a minute The hourglass keeps track It’s a special space I was told Here, your trust will not be betrayed I’ve been sold I can open the gates, Let it flow I can reveal my heart, She will know It’s so strange I’m confused What is she hiding? She won’t say What is she thinking? She’ll reflect How can it be genuine? It’s her work Fifty minutes a week She will show Empathy and caring On demand I know nothing of her I’m afraid It is rigidly improper To enquire There are some rules I’m aware We can’t be friends It’s codified How can it be real? It’s mercantile One pound a minute The hourglass keeps track
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
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