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Twice a day these hands on the clock are taunting.
The hour she puts on his favourite performance,
and pretends he hasn't left her in pieces.

Broken promises sprinkled to the ground like freshly fallen Snow.
Finally freezing what was left of her memories,
but forgetting to slow her ice encased heartbeat.

Small talk just doesn't feel the same in moments of unbearable longing..
One minute feels more like a life-time,
But he just keeps trying to convince her that,

 "all we have is time."
Written by CeeCee-Elaine (xPaper Flowersx)
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Author's Note
If "life's too short" then how can "all we have is time?"
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