Our clocks are different.
Ten hours in the time machine
and yesterday could be tomorrow.
The snow would soon melt
on the way to you.
I would rip my clothes off
and create with you the tomorrow
to kill the yesterday
until the clocks will stop working.
copyright by Magical whispers/I. Normann (02/02/2019)
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