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Keeping Time
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My Broken Heart My mind tells me to
walk away,
but my heart needs you
like breath.
I pant for you to come back
and give me more time
to make it work
just as it once did.
Everything ran effortlessly;
our hands once interlocked
like the wheels of a clock.
Our faces constantly at 2:50,
until I realized
that meant we were
a broken timepiece.
Time had lied to us,
and there’s nothing I can do
to fix the past.
