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The clock turned back,

and I found myself

in the arms of 

someone I just met

earlier that night. 

Fall back had

a whole new meaning

as I retreated 

into this routine,

a revolving door of men.

I could set my watch by it,

Monday, one man,

Tuesday, another man, 

and so it went 

like clockwork.

But like an alarm

ticking on a bomb,

this pattern was

going to catch up to me.

The consequences 

of my actions would

soon blow up in my face

if I didn't change

my promiscuous ways.

So at the stroke of midnight,

I found myself 

like Cinderella,

naked and alone,

and vowed to stop this time.