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[ilove2b_random]

Clocks tick a little slower
in moments I wish I could forget.
Like when  we locked eyes
Or missed a real goodbye.
The text message serenade of
Promises for next time,
Your last night in town.
It should have happened differently.
Since the leaves have fallen
I see nothing but ice in your eyes
And wait for your new hometown
Beaches and sun to melt them.