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Jun 19
"When am I?"
Calls a young man's voice.
"Once, I could freeze time.
Once, I could read every detail."

"When am I?"
Calls the old man's voice.
"I've lived a full life,
but I know not how long that is."

"When am I?"
Whispers the westbound wind.
"The sun rises faster every morning
and night only falls when I blink."

"When am I?"
Asks no one at all.
Silently studying history
whilst looking for riddles undiscovered.
#17 in my Year One collection, from notes on 2/12
Written by
Matt Bernstein  24/M/Atlanta
     Kieran Messer and Matt Bernstein
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