the seconds pass regardless of my wants or where I am. blossoms and leaves grown to wilt. sun and moon forever. the sky could fall and you'll still hear ticking in the hallway. someone gives me a silver watch in my dream. the last I owned was left abroad. a Christmas gift from an amusement park, forgotten by a bed in the shell of a world I'll never see again. at the time it seemed to matter for a moment. we're over it, until we aren't, until we are again.
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