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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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