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Hourglasses MAG

February 17, 2012
By JennKiss0324 BRONZE, Troy, Michigan
JennKiss0324 BRONZE, Troy, Michigan
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The click of the second hand
stabbing my hearing
pushing me forward
it wants me to fall
to slip
to miss what must be seen.
It wants me to trip
on the size of the world.
A speck is what I must be.
Dust on the floor
of an empty room.



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