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Category: Writing and Poetry
"Tick-Tock"
It feels like there's never time for anything,
and I'm left hanging on the pendulum's brass.
Labors of cleaning and of love and of rest,
all slip through my fingers like a days gone past.
Go now, hurry hurry!
Jump through hoops of fire!
Landing, unscathed, no applause,
makes only my work seem a lot less dire.
I'm not here to please you,
and it's taken me so long to realize,
I may do what I please.
Dont look at my with disapproving eyes!
Bitch.
1:59 PM
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