Fleeting

I want to find the time

Press, play, rewind

And hold it here with me,

Coil my hands around its core

And make it settle,

But my pounding heart

It causes shuffle,

Pulls my clasp

And makes me stumble,

And you are gone again

Too late to rewind

When the tape has gone blank

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