Love is a fucked clock
that beats faster or slower depending
on how much time you have now.
Love is a prison without walls or bars.
Love is a metal fish that holds its breath to fly,
with all the world inside. Love is an origami swan
made of the London Times, on a day of disasters.
Love is what makes you realize it's over.
Love is what makes you wish it would come faster.
Love is what makes you sure you can handle it
this time.
You've had lessons to learn, all this time
and who can say you didn't?
There's almost a sign.
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