The ticking of the clock,
It's so mechanical.
I just want to hear your breathing,
From the bed,
On the opposite side of our room.The ticking of that clock,
It's so cold, so inhuman.
I just want to hear your warm breaths,
That human activity,
That machines can't perfectly replicate,
Coming from your bed.The ticking of that stupid clock,
It's so monotonous.
I just want hear your breathing,
Sure, each little exhalation,
May sound identical to the last,
But, they aren't,
They all sound just slightly different,
To me.
I want to hear it in the air,
Coming from your bed,
On the opposite side of the room.But, it isn't here this week.
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