I pick Tuesday
Unpicked days flees on the wall
The clock aback in the mirror to the past
The Childhood, traveled to the future in the closet
...
In the past world
We were the women in the black bracelets
Dancing on a single coin's edge
Not standing in place of the each other.
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Commotion
I pick Tuesday
Unpicked days flees on the wall
The clock aback in the mirror to the past
The Childhood, traveled to the future in the closet
Some one's call awake the dishes:
'Dinner is ready! '