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Sep 2021
as i sit and stare
at the clock, ticking on the wall
i wonder why the hands turn
the way that they do
and why we
have decided that a minute
is equal to sixty seconds
and sixty minutes
is an hour
in reality,
does time really exist?
or are we all just
hallucinating it
into existence?
Fay
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Fay  18/Non-binary/a dumpster fire
(18/Non-binary/a dumpster fire)   
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