Your pointed hands dance before my eyes,
Forcing me to stare.
Keeping me chained with constant anxiety.
Your beautiful crystal-white face smiles at me from across the room,
But your glass house keeps you protected from my tinkering.
Your slender arms always moving in a
Steady,
Beautiful,
Rhythm,
I hang on your every tick and tock,
Until I can finally be free.
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