Two little girls.
one piece of chalk.
disobedience
like an excited ferret,
in their grasp.
one act.
the joy of being,
mischievous.
side long glances
with trepidation streaked brows
as they scurry off,
into the dusk.
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time keeps me
god know I cant keep it
prisoner,
executioner.
there is a will in it
more ancient
and deadly
then original sin,
it holds me
in its cold embrace
and reluctantly,
unskillfully,
I follow.
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