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    by  • August 8, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 3 Comments

    The incessant march of the clock
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    I’m going mad for wanting you
    Going mad
    And there’s nothing I can do
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    I think you love the slow pace
    Going mad
    I think you love to torture me
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Tick
    Nothing I can do
    But going mad
    Waiting for you

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    3 Responses to ……..

    1. Me Too Tick Tock
      August 13, 2013 at 11:03 pm

      I would stop time itself to be with you! Now tell me where you want me so we can be entwined as one?




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    2. Bridge
      August 14, 2013 at 3:27 am

      In my arms. My place. Your place. The kitchen floor. In the middle of a mossy glen. Everywhere. It is the when that is maddening.




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    3. Brie
      February 25, 2017 at 6:47 pm

      Still waiting on the when, love.




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