Time seems to slow down
Thoughts are what keep you awake at night
Slower than love fading
Consciously I’m awake and numb
Subconsciously I am blank and still sleeping
Numbers hold frame like weathered windows
The house is breathing but not alive
Eleven bells chime as night falls
The whispering of the hedge snickers
As the girl has a glimpse of eye contact
With no one but her own reflection
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