I wound my first watch;
Mickey Mouse hands driven by
the soft click of gears.
Approximations,
a few minutes here or there,
time was blurry, soft.
Now countless pixels
guide me with sharp precision,
but I miss Mickey.
I wound my first watch;
Mickey Mouse hands driven by
the soft click of gears.
Approximations,
a few minutes here or there,
time was blurry, soft.
Now countless pixels
guide me with sharp precision,
but I miss Mickey.
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