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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #1832888

I wrote this poem while awaiting an important hour of my life.

Time drips away.
It crawls painfully slow.
There is nothing more to do.
It grips me tightly around my neck.
The old me melts away.
It crawls painfully slow.
Time drips away.
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