Disappearing Act

February 16, 2017
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Spread out thin, she can’t be replaced,
by dense love, she will be chased.
Too soon are the ends we face.
Within her boundaries, not all fit.
Twenty-four, her day is split.
She is time herself, and soon she’ll quit.

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