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The time is crawling
The time is crawling
On this slippery Friday afternoon.
My body is trapped
In an hourglass room.
My poor empty body
Can no longer feel the pain.
There is a dry flower
In the corner.
I have been staring at it
For the past hour.
Does it crave love
That I can no longer give?
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:16 pm
Tourist Trap
Holidaying as a teenager
back when time moved slower
and thoughts were many
I’d cruise the gift shops
reviewing tacky souvenirs
This used to be a fishing village
now it’s a tourist trap
And picking up a handmade bear
with wonky mouth and vacant stare
big button eyes and blood red lips
I’d wonder of its maker, its creator
someone dreamed
this bear into the world
someone thought this...
Tuesday 4th February 2020 3:16 pm
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