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Jan 2021
I push the clock hand
But time does not budge.
Wait, wait, have patience—

But how can I
When the stars will be in reach
When dreams will rouse

Then I will leap into the skies
And miss
Grasping for shrinking stars
As my dreams burn into ashes—

I cannot wait.
Turtleawe
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