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    Growing Pains

    your heart is a bell,

    tolling time

    away, away: gone forever.

     

    forever.

     

    there it is again

    and you cannot catch

    the word

     

    on your lips

    until it is

    lost

     

    with time again.


    (30 second poem i wrote in december)