Tangled in Time (Patreon)

In the grasp of time, a dance begins,

Red threads weave through the air.

A clock’s face glows, counting the spins,

As moments hang suspended there.

Entwined in fate’s unyielding grip,

A body sways in silent flight.

The hands of time, they never slip,

Capturing the soul in the night.

Each second ticks, a fleeting sigh,

A timeless pose, a fleeting show.

In the embrace of the clock’s high,

A dance with time, a love we know.

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