Poetry · Writing

skipped a beat; time police

it’s like time-


and we came back

picked up


where we left out.

it was never perfect

but on late nights

i never wanted to be

anywhere else-

but they took me away

cuffed in a back seat.


& told to wait;

wait until-


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