Impatient tic
After I talk
Not even five minutes have passed
Larger heights, larger falls
Now I feel like a fraud
Not even ten minutes have passed
Too much to chew, was feeling bitey
Restless, thus a fortnight at the inn
Not even an hour has passed
The season does not align with Yule
By the empty fireplace, I'll take a seat
Though with every passing season, seems no time has passed at all
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Author:
maydanae (
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The passage of time and how it is experienced. Nicely done
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