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The Epitome

Those shadows the epitome of time

let me bruise them so they cannot move,

make those pale moments clearer

in the light of the hurt-

a life no longer drenched

in shapes eclipsing the stopwatch,

now I can pause time when I want to

escaping the minutes for hours,

see the clouds in still shift,

alluding to an illusion

of some fading minute,

the hands of the clock skim second,

just out- flout my wish to fall back

but let me elude the shadows,

the epitome of time.

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SJPugsley

Mon 6th Apr 2020 16:06

Very well written, an enjoyable read.

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