S&R Poetry: "Timing," by Laurin Wolf
Timing Is time a thought that we create, a crack in space meant to alleviate the ache, harness worn on the wrist like a shackled prison bitch? I wonder what is at stake if time is sent away, eternity swept up in flame, forgotten like rampage. Avoid the tick and tock purposefully, and go on…
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