by Adina Rosenthal
how clocks tick
eludes me
unintelligible
to the naked eye.
still,
i always wanted to be
a watchmaker
and keep track of the time
even if
i go cuckoo.
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May 3, 2010 -- JUne 28, 2015
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I like this.
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