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Citizen Quartz
Citizen Quartz
Citizen Quartz
Tiny feet drag across white face,hours stand so distant, my journey has no end.
Seconds echo a life I thought I’d left behind,
singing their stilted song,
strolling through midnight
to meet . . . minutes
dragging tiny feet, white face
hours so distant
my journey
has no
end.
© 2005, Blessing Musariri
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Citizen Quartz
Tiny feet drag across white face,hours stand so distant, my journey has no end.
Seconds echo a life I thought I’d left behind,
singing their stilted song,
strolling through midnight
to meet . . . minutes
dragging tiny feet, white face
hours so distant
my journey
has no
end.
Citizen Quartz
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