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Time


Time is long lasting

It is the vault that holds all the lost pain

Time.

It continues on for day's, hours, and minutes

Sometimes without recognition

 

You have colored people time and

then you have white people time

 

In reality, it's still all the same time...

Time is painful yet painless all at the same time

What mind do you use when you think of time?

 

Time lost or time spent.

Still ironically... All the same time

Or maybe you think of the time that

The dead black man lying in the 

street has lost

Do you think of time these days?

 

I think of time now not later

Time today not yesterday

Time that will determine my future

All depending on the time

 

Tick Tick Tock...

Tick Tick Tock...

There goes our lost time.

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