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Jun 2020
The second hand of the clock
starts moving
anti clockwise.

The tears on my face
seep back
into my eyes.

I fly and spiral
down
a black hole.

The time
spins and warps
out of control.

I zoom by
all the places
that we’ve been to.

Right to the very
first moment
that I’ve met you.

.uoy teem ot eciN

And it all begins again.
Chia Seeds
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