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Poems

For the Time Being

28 March 2015

9:00 AM

28 March 2015

9:00 AM

Time slips away
while we conjecture how to make
best use of it.

Waking late, the hours
already sliding by,
the day unplanned and shrinking.

We’ll fill the time, anaesthetise the loss,
The final hour will come
and it will pass.

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