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11.xii.25
time is
everywhere at once
few see this
it goes unnoticed because it’s
gone
because it’s yet to come
it’s on our hands
precurses, survives
its full extent cannot be
known
time is some heavy machinery
grinds bones
yet often beg for more
pens down!
or here’s the finishing line
have we not waited for it?
counted on it?
was it not always here?
for this for that
it’s a hill to climb
was once upon
it’s where we disappear
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