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If I controlled time I would walk
Walk to that day,
that place,
that time.
Press pause.
If I froze time I would see
See her mid-run,
that park,
that tree.
Press play.
If I slowed time I would scream
Scream to run faster,
that shoelace,
that stumble
Press stop.
Press rewind.
No scraped knees
pulled hair,
bruised wrists,
ripped clothes,
torn pride.
Press delete.
This poem is about:
Our world