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Jan 2021
It’s always in a second but every time I keep track of a second it yowls in whine

It’s always in a minute but how long do I need to keep counting for a minute to pass?

It’s always in a year but the excuses that float around you remain timeless

It’s always someday with enough strength in your words

(granted it’s not much)

to make me believe you

every
Time.
Makayla
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