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May 2017
Here, in these ninety minutes,
This means something,
This one shot,
The single chance to prove
That those thirteen days (and a year before)
Were not wasted
Not simply an excuse nor chains
That shackled me to the desk,
To the chair, inside...
This is it,
Do. Not. Mess. It. Up.
Breathe, focus.
*"The time is now exactly ten-to-nine,
You may start - good luck."
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
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