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May 2020
My clocks unwound,
I tell time easy,
by the angles of shadows
piercing
my floors.

I let them point me
to how to be
next,
follow them in circles,
chew lip askance
at whatever sun
I'm slowly crashing.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
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