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Sep 11
the rush of another to do,
your whisper in my ear to
slow down, please,
slow down.
everything's going at a hundred
miles per hour, never reach
expectation, time stops for no one.

Maybe if I try my very best,
I can change my pace; to
walk by your side, instead.
Sometimes it's easy to run forward but I'd rather take a leisurely stroll, even if it's not in my nature.
Courtney Hawkins
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Courtney Hawkins  30/Agender/USA
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