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Time

There are pieces of us

That hide in little lockets

And a tide swarms in and drowns

A hand that sneaked

A dozen faces into secret pockets.

No one tells you

Who you are and no one really

Knows you.

And every casual romance

You caught in the corner of your eye as you glanced

At the dance of some momentary love, has already passed.

Has been hated and forgiven.

Every moment; stolen.

Tick Tock someone else’s clock

Was always ticking for you.

From the corner of times eye

Time watched you tumble down the stairs but couldn’t help or step inside

Or stop you.

Stuart Knowles

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