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    May 16, 2019 by Anna Mackenzie

    Tick tick

    Time
    slips through
    my grasping fingers
    as I search
    for something tangible
    to pin my spindling
    thoughts to,
    caught like threads
    and tangled up.
    My reach finds only a temporal flow
    of shifting sands.
    And time
    slips away.

    by Anna Mackenzie

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