3/2/16
Tick, tick, clink, clink the sounds of the metal gears spinning and winding inside. Always rotating around, forever unchanging or so it was thought...
Clink Clink, tink, tink the gears grinned into place working tirelessly within the dimly lit soul. Worked to the brink. Tired and brittle they are ready to snap. Cold dark and alone with only the sounds of the tinkering gears.
Ticker, ticker, tink, suddenly things have changed. Light pours in and the rusted gears spring to life. Completely rejuvenated the gears have a new sense of purpose. Spinning faster and faster as the dust is blown away. Heavy eyelids now lift and the outside world spills in. Once again the mechanical heart begins to beat.
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