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Feb 2018
You can
stand still
but it never stands with you
Sit still,
it runs from you
Chase it,

It flies

Abstract complexions
with given names,
never ceases,
never tamed.
We are stitched
to days,
drenched in time

Is there enough time,
for all that’s mine?
Poetry Boulevard
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