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Trapped

May 4, 2021

My days are
trapped
they take
up my hours,
cut off
my thoughts,

they
blow bubbles
with my daydreams,

over-excitedly
they smudge
the dots
smear the drops
of a heartbeat
eager to trace a line
in all tranquility

with pen or quill-
time is not mine
precious tiny numbers
have me on speed dial

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