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Mar 06. 2026
I sit on your wrist and circle the day, yet I keep careful guard till danger’s away. I measure each second with hands that don’t touch, or fix my gaze steady, perhaps a bit much.
Mar 06. 2026
I sit on your wrist and circle the day, yet I keep careful guard till danger’s away. I measure each second with hands that don’t touch, or fix my gaze steady, perhaps a bit much.