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The hands of time
took care
from one minute to the next
till they left it in an hour
and moved on without it.

Time, then, broke.
"What is your greatest fear?" he asked.

"For words to flee" she said.
Maria Etre May 22
Melting frost bites
Exposed porcelain white skin
Weighed down with a dose indoor
Maria Etre May 19
I do not want to confine myself to a cubicle
I do not want to type my way through a day
I do not want to bite my nails, fearing I ‘d fail
I do not want to smoke my anxiety, on a Thursday
I do not want to miss sunrise, in traffic
I do not want to train a fake smile
I do not want to mingle, even when I’m single
I do not want to leave quarantine, even if you call it a syndrome
I do not want to jump into busy, I do not miss it
I do not want to forget how to value
I do not want to rush, I like the pause
I do not want to live by time, I want to control time
I do not want to consume a designated lunch, I want to make lunch matter
I do not want lockdown to end
Maria Etre May 15
Lonely Lullabies
                 Lull Lost Adults
                                 Loosely into Lockdown
                                                     As they drown in
                                                                          Sleepless Slumber
Maria Etre May 4
"L"
It's a change of words
that leads to a change of worlds
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