Inside, we move as clockwork.
We know each other's ways.
We could move as one, like this,
For minutes, hours, days.
We gravitate together,
Like cogs inside a clock,
Our conversation blurring to,
A ticking and a tock.
And as the hours strikes, we still,
Simultaneous as we are,
And know our clockwork lovingness,
Is sure to take us far.
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