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Time's an old friend

I took the Time 
Like a thief in my own house
I snatched a cup of coffee
and drowned in caffeine
as I murdered my eyes
with short snips of my beloved animes 
and random video clips
in between gulps and sips
I stole seconds and minutes
fidgeting stories, hauling gossip
Then, emptying my thoughts
and like a calm ride on a ferries wheel 
or a merry go-'round
I go switching pages and posts
then, I crossed borders 
from one site to another
I laughed and sympathized
scrolled and clicked
yes, I chose to take Time
and I took it today
like a crime, I planned to plot
like the prize I longed to have
like that complacent smile
my face forgot to make
wrapped it around my shoulder
like a warm blanket
with its seams dripping on the floor
(I don't care anymore)
I just took it. 
but time had taken me 
... away
like the pollens of a thousand flowers
like an asteroid pulled away from the belt
So far
I left everything that fills "my present"
I wandered far and welcomed the pretense
"Old friend is such a foe"
Too bad, I like it. 
The night ends here but not the pretense.

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