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Wasting No Time
Standing there just a vacuum of an empty void
Visions of dreams, within her head were ployed
She wasn’t playing idle as filling in wasted time
To her, never a circus, more so of a pantomime
Every play then; written by her own, fair hands
Steeped in her own intrigue, none understands
Every act participated, played on with precision
No time was ever wasted; only she has a vision
Accolades were accepted, now the stage is bare
She is alone now created by her own nightmare
But no time was wasted filling out the next void
Playing to her ability, time was again, employed
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