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May 2021
I am always running out of time
I am running down a spiral staircase
the hands following me and spinning in a way I can't quite describe
besides quick and skilled because it goes on forever
I can hardly take a break
before the hands catch back up to me
and I am on the run again.
mae
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mae  20/F/on your mind <3
(20/F/on your mind <3)   
57
   Benzene
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