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Jul 2021
Time moves,
so slow.
Like a snail,
on the clock,
nailed to the,
wall.
The slime,
it seeps,
into the gears,
of it all.
Almost,
as if,
we go backwards,
as he inches,
along.
Written by
Datore Fargo  30/F/Kansas
(30/F/Kansas)   
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