An imperfect love
And she sat there
Numbly watching the stars
Infatuated by their courage to glow
Memories of the faintest kind
Pondered in just about
Every thought she could think
Realizing that
Forever, somehow meant an
End was inevitable; a
Clock that kept on spinning as
Time in all of its infinity kept on running out of
L
O
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E
-m.c.-