You're a ticking clock.
A constant reminder
Of impending doom;
A dangerous safe.
My pulse is winning,
But you've already won.
But I can't give up,
Not that easily.
I don't know what it is
But you have it.
I don't know how you got it,
But I want it.
I'll crack the code
That is your mind-
Finding answers
That disintegrate in light.
In the dust
I'll write my name
And leave a kiss
To remember me by.
Before too long,
The wind will carry me away,
And I will become an echo
Of a ticking clock.

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