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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Okay, so it's hard to understand. It was hard for ME to understand, and I wrote it .__. No, no one died, the speaker is just contemplating on whether to live in reality, or to 'melt' with their insanity. ...enjoy :3

Submitted: April 25, 2012

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Submitted: April 25, 2012



The Clock hand points at 12,

So let’s dance a bit more!

Would you? [Should you?]

Oh, would you please? [Should you?]

Would you dance with me? [You?]

My most precious friend? [Us?]

I’m already falling apart step by step,

A patchwork of all things broken,

For me to be outspoken…


And the Clock still screams 12.


This crooked bridge can’t hold us-

Don’t you dare hope for only me to save us-

The weight of our sweet metronome is going to make it break-

Now jump off before my mind’s in shambles…


Blood boils at the freezing point;

Though our heart has stopped,

Your liver’s alright,

And my colon’s still working,

So why don’t we just keep dancing?


All my barriers are down-

Just keep being ourselves-

Our Clock’s not moving,

But it keeps on ticking,


So I’ll melt with you,

My most precious friend.


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