Talin Kalishian Poet Elegy

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.

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Talin Kalishian April 24, 2017 at 4:15 AM Everyone knows what their doing Even time.