Becca and Minute
B : what now thou art hold
M: Time.
B: Isn't that cold?!
M: Fever that is i'm told
B : Why yee bold
in some sort of fiction fold
do you not sense what i am in?
M : Time 's yet but a donor
what's the fuss for Becca.
B : what doth make of you then,ticking ?!
M : Times up
B : what are you talking about ?
M : 60 seconds
B : right.
Copyright © Talin Kalishian | Year Posted 2016
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