I can't win
each step I take
you expose your evil twin.
I can lose
this heart of mine
from your sporadic moves.
To me,
there is no score,
there is not even
a not being.
You've left me
at the door
without a bell,
and without a voice
to even yell.
All I have now
are my clock'd
shadows.
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