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Written for my ex boyfriend Michael.

Submitted:Jul 14, 2010    Reads: 35    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Our love is like clockwork,
timed to perfection.
Every moment is measured,
minute by minute.
Not for us the spontaneity
of new love -
we spend every day
watching the clock.

Our love is like clockwork,
dull and lifeless.
We don't live now,
we just exist.
Our marriage is a sham,
a conman's trick.
We pretend to love,
but only hate.

Our lives are like clockwork -
tick, tock.

Written by Jay Dawson 08/07/10


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