Tick, Tick, Tick

Time, Time, Time.
The seconds tick away in my brain.
The clock resets after every time.
I don’t want to do it again.
She is so soft and so curvy.
Hips so round.
Breasts which defy gravity.
Skin so soft and kind.
Kind, Kind, Kind.
I know about her kind.
There is no reason to stress myself to save her.
Her kind never loves my kind.
She doesn’t see me. I do not exist.
Her world is more perfect than mine.
Mine, Mine, Mine.
She will be mine, I can take her.
Reset the clock it’s now Time, Time, Time.

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