23 July 2012
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.
Clockwork Loving. • Opuss № I