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Time Stands Still

Lengthy rolling clause...

The dawns-
acre's of clouds rotating the days on!

I'm in bins,
crushing scores as they collide-
romanticize these additions to the outer rims...

Our planets,

the sea's-
remaining culture's to be released.

I'm the pigment that can never show it's real live-
it's monicor...made up life.

I was away for a day,
came home to the thunderous rize...
Caught on well 'they said'-
but I stray diminutive,
command a rhye. 

Bow song, 
and imagined steady long,

the shore's attract nothing,

I sleep like I'm totally gone!

Reapers deny thy finds-
I eat them in song. 

If it's never to light...I create pace of ...
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Smith Avatar
October 22, 2021 at 12:17 PM
Something to ponder in every line Jimmi. Holding back time a neat trick to pull off. I guess a change in lifestyle and slowing our heart rate are our only weapons at present. I think we tend to speed it up and shorten the burn time of our candle given to us at birth. Enjoy your weekend Jimmi. Ours is a long one, Monday Labour day here. Regards David in NZ
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September 14, 2021 at 2:20 AM
Interesting lines. Thanks for the visit to my poem. Sara
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