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Apr 2015
Time is not mine
in a 24 hour day.
Lost to pointless
running
without thought
for things
that will only matter
tomorrow.

Can I simply lie
and stare at the ceiling
without being pulled
every which way
for things that will not
be known tomorrow?

Time is not mine.
**But it will be.
Sarah Savannah
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Sarah Savannah
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