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Jan 2021
Papers holding memories
                tucked in the corner
        of yesterday
became an
                    origami daydream
          too weak to fly

Here, take this pen
                and write your name
Now take the pen
            and sign your life away

Didn't they tell you
        this dotted line is a noose
hanging
            from a weeping willow?

Slap the face of a clock
                              and it slows
Steal its hands
                and it sleeps forever.
ghost
Written by
ghost  16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)   
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         ---, Kat, Galina, Aparna and ---
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