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Wooed by Memory, Stealing From Time: A Pantoum Poem

I am pulled; I am drawn, into the past
Frozen in elation and joy’s perfect thrill
Enchanted by how this antique moment could last
One breath of life where my heart stood still

Frozen in elation and joy’s perfect thrill
I steal from the sentinel clock

One breath of life where my heart stood still
Cupping this memory as second’s newborn tick and watching it turn into a tock

I steal from the sentinel clock
Enchanted by how this antique moment could last
Cupping this memory as second’s newborn tick and watching it turn into a tock
I am pulled; I am drawn, into the past

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About goatgirlbookworm

My name is Toni Cross, and I was raised on a farm in the far north of the United States. I love to read and write and I hope to use those hobbies in a greater way in the days to come. One of my passions is using whatever influence I have to make a difference in the world.

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