I wanted minutes
In my job I lost seconds
With dreams I stood still
How does it work?
More stories from K L and writers in Poets and other communities.
It would be easy If time was a sturdy rope Instead of white sand
By K L3 years ago in Poets
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Red blooms at my spine I waved, slipped on icy ground Oops! Everyone saw!
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