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Nov 2016
Time hums
seconds dance along the minutes
spilling over into hours
before the day catches fire
setting this week ablaze
smoldering for months
smoke clouding the years.
I close my eyes
as the clock stops
life exhausted
burnt
out
.
Eliza Fairchild
Written by
Eliza Fairchild  Ithaca
(Ithaca)   
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   MyDystopiA and Mysidian Bard
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