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Identified Aug 8
Let's slow down the world,
It spins so fast,
that my steps can't catch up with my shadow.
The hours are minutes,
I blink the minutes,
And I don't even see the seconds.
Time slips away,
Life slips away from me.
I run after the urgency of the urgent,
Headlong to the rhetorical,
Where did I pause it?
I've already lived three lives of 30 years.
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