Poetry
Seiko Staring
Time slides.
Seconds drip
into hours
into days
into a life.
Life slides
and drips
while a man
stands
admiring
his new Seiko.
Life catches the bus
our man
still. Seiko staring.
Hmm I like the way you write. It’s different, in a good way. :P
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Hmm I like the way you write. It’s different, in a good way. :P
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