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Nov 2014
Stuck in between the
cold white
Blank
Corridors
that gapeseed
Back at me.

The echoes
Of the red arm
Audibly ticking seconds away

A reminder
Time is in motion,
Just like my thoughts
When boredom is my notion.
Abigail Del Fierro
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Abigail Del Fierro
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