Tick tock clock keep clinging in my head, stay silent under warm blanket on the bed, think about today and more days ahead, finding ways to get your frame cleared.
You are such an unknown little space, questioned me to get in to rest, tempting me to stop and feel warm embrace, but still my heart hard to cease.
Warning sign deep down telling me, stop here or you'll be sorry. The beat of my heart sounding freely, and I am stuck on my doubtful vanity.
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tempting me to stop and feel warm embress.
Good poem.