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Illusion

???????????????? At the early dawn, when eyes slip away from the fraying night. I feasted upon a dime of hours lost. The wasteful minutes, the misheeded seconds, life demands here. At the moment, I feel like running back to the past like a wind, To rewind the hand of time. Clutching it down, tight in the grasp of my hand. and never let it slips away. All but…. an illusion. © ??????????????

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Date: 11/10/2023 3:07:00 AM
A good description and poem. Well done.
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