Losing Track of Time

By Sarah

Twelve hour days, four hour nights.

The other eight have done their usual disappearing act.

I'm dazed, like my whole life is a dream.

The attention-grabbing cold eats away at my skin, nibbling at my patience and enenergy.

I dont know where my life has drained to, so I dance and sing like my own little marionette until my heart beats again,

Just to once again lose those mystery hours.

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