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Time tickles me

It Scores my flesh

Its scars seem concealed

But are forever in my view

Both old and new

Time cuddles me

Teaching me from things of youth

Not letting me forget my worth, or rather lack of

Punishing me

By both old and new

Time steals from me

Squandering my youth

Tricking me by selling me age

Age which it calls freedom

But never letting me go

In its imprisoment time is sure to guard me

And not let me escape

Torturing me

A wound a day

A billion wounds and still I cannot forget the old

Layer upon layer

Fold upon fold

Of the old and new

By H. C. Chipangura

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