December 11, 2008
Forever is a word that weighs heavy upon the back of my mind
There's no way in knowing when you were there,
when I fold the clocks and the numbers don't match up.
Reflected across what once was, I thought I read 11
but now its more of a jumbled, backwards B
When folding clocks, the only time remembered is forever

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