Long Days

Long days twisting around my fingertips
The minutes biting into skin with tiny teeth
Each finger turning red and hoping
The seconds bleed out slowly
And in hours, I will release each string
So when I clench my fist
My hands hold on to paragraphs of the moments
These long days provide me

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