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Your watch sits upon the table, You sleep soundly as I twist and turn it within my hands, Beautifully cold and hard, Tick, tick, tick, tock The workings within, a mystery, Dissecting the mechanisms, Pulling apart the cogs and miniscule screws, Oil greased fingers clumsy as I study each part, With a microscope and a squint, Seeking an affirmation from the metal shell within, Making small encouraging noises purely for effect, My simple mind, Your complexities.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Workings
Your watch sits upon the table, You sleep soundly as I twist and turn it within my hands, Beautifully cold and hard, Tick, tick, tick, tock The workings within, a mystery, Dissecting the mechanisms, Pulling apart the cogs and miniscule screws, Oil greased fingers clumsy as I study each part, With a microscope and a squint, Seeking an affirmation from the metal shell within, Making small encouraging noises purely for effect, My simple mind, Your complexities.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
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