my heart, the tick tock time bomb
Blank slate paper ready
To absorb the ink endless possibilities
The only things too hold me back here:
My conscience and the small vocab
Of words that can only describe
A small part of the inner
Tinkering of my heart
The tick tock
Time bomb
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