Unkind Hands of Time

Simply stuck,

in the simplest

of sticky situations.

Two arms that never move

Numbers that never count

Scripted days into…

Scripted nights



Lost in what they call


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Author: Mark Hague Jr

23 year old poet who loves everything free.

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