Once more let me pull the switch,
turning the wheels back
at a constant pace.
How long has it since then?
When rust knows not how to exist.
Turning back,
Turning with an unseen force.
The impact of my wish seems to grant
the invisible beings
pulling the strings.
Payment upon request.
In life, all is well when
piece is changed with another piece.
And when the puzzle fits
like Jigsaw a frame.
Can't let go, this chain wrapped upon.
This is the deal,
the manual for turning back time.
In exchange for this precious wish.
In exchange for a moment of truth.
This is when,
we should have died
instead of signing a pact,
a contract of no return.
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