like clockwork springs up in time.
like its a game.
sticks her left foot in ten minutes from now and the right tiptoes round 1986.
tossin' her shoes and dancin' now like its then,
loosin ' here somewhere in the cracks between floorboards beneath her heels.
and she sees me.
finds me somewhere in never.
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