Last
"Last"
It goes fast
like an hour glass
an egg timer
turned upside down
the race is on
who makes it to first
we approach that place
out of breath
and we realise
where
we want to be
is last
(LadyLabyrinth /2023)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2023
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