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Single Glass Clock

Monday: I hid within open air, and yet I was missing from peoples sight.

Tuesday: I opened the door a crack, with a thought.

 

Wednesday: I ran to places, that time could not catch.

 

Thursday: I could hear the world's secrets, but the whispers were only for me.

 

Friday: I walked through fire, and cameout untouched.

 

Saturday: I flew with the clouds, and didn’t need a pilot or wings to guied my way.

 

Sunday: ...was just another day.




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