11:11
Eleven minutes past eleven.
I wish that time were standing still,
So I can taste some of forever
And still have more of it to kill.
Eleven minutes past eleven.
I wish I hadn’t closed my eyes,
So I could see the world keep spinning
As my spirit wilts and dies.
Eleven minutes past eleven,
I wish I were a breath away
From the wish I try to make
When the words are hard to say.
Twelve minutes past eleven now.
The minute to wish on passed by.
And if it was ever real,
I couldn’t bring myself to try.
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