this minute is killing me
is undressing its time slowly
rounding its seconds
at small and regular
intervals
it doesn’t even know that
it’s mine
it’s going to be over
it will never come back
I accelerate
take pictures cry love hate
fuss
every passing moment
becomes more unique than the
previous one
between the penultimate and last one
a breath of air opens
I am afraid to take it
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