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Jun 2020
Wrist-watch
Mini little hand clock
Tick tock tick tock

Brown,Β Β Leathery, rose gold
On the hand you used to hold
Clasped, fitted like a mold

You are gone,
But for how long?
Time ticks on

Bound

My amos
not ready for this loss
Metered chaos

Me and my wrist-watch
Written by
Tenant  M/Denver
(M/Denver)   
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