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[bloodybluebell]

it oils the mechanical parts inside my mind
the steady dripping of blood
from my heart unfound -
but the spirit it does corrode
and weaken - ‘til it breaks.

searching deep, but nothing I can find.
metal glittering, shining -
offers no comforting warmth
simplified, but surprisingly unsatisfied
where is the lost gift I have for you?

spirit is now broken
but you have found my silent token
wind the key - pull me close
and hear it steadily ticking
... just for you.