Lack Of Space - Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
The lacking of time,
is in duty.
Paid and almost done,
where room is no longer insurable,
the problem may be done.
A binding trick,
I'm stating of,
where spaces in-between the fun,
are too small almost,
for my habitat,
like burning of the sun.
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