Illusion
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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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