i move, the minutes fall out of my pocket.
one, four, seven, eleven.
ticking away from my grasp.
falling away from an open space.
I'd like to write a letter to time.
asking it politely to stop.
slow down.
wait.
go back.
go back.
go back.
I'd like to petition time to go back.
to start over.
I have given time alot.
its time for time to give me something back.
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