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Feeling like minutes ticks away

To not know what we are

Phenomenal,  bizarre 

Moments taken 

Time intertwines

Like serpentine vines of light 

Falling slowly, vague as though 

A living creature bathing in fog

Vapors twisted and curling about 

A curious world in an addictive blind 

No one is there to know they

Are,

Feeling like minutes ticking away...





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2023-06-25 at 21:47

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