tick, tock,tick, tock
she stares wistfully at the clock
waiting in the stone cold silence for an answer
an absolution to the growing admiration in her heart
one that she earns in the darkness of her room
No one can hear, and no one can see
That's how he likes it
And she's beginning to think that's how he likes her as well
She pushes those thoughts away and
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