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May 2020
Time seems to have stopped
I look at my watch
And minutes
Feel like hours
I think I have slept
And only minutes have passed
Since I lay
My head down
Minutes, and hours, and days
Drag on
In never ending
Patterns
That keep me
From becoming
Whole
Living each breath
Anticipating
That
Which never comes
Used to be
That days went quickly past
Too quickly
To keep track of
And today
They seem like
The longest days
Of
My life
Shamai
Written by
Shamai  Israel
(Israel)   
31
   MS Anjaan
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