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A broken doll sits in a windowsill.
At the moment there is nothing but sorrow.

Words escape without much thought.
It cannot be done.
It shouldn't be over.

The clock is still ticking.
Tick-tock.

In pain nothing makes sense.
Scrambled signals between a brain and heart.
It shouldn't be over.

When the doll fixes herself.
You've witnessed a miracle.

It's all a mess.
Words all over the page.
I can't be over.

The clock stops every moment.
Just for a second.

Time stands still.
There you can find love.

In between the moments.

A doll sits on the windowsill.
Listening for the pauses.
Tick....
Tock....

Love it there.
You just need to know where to look.