The Bitch

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Passing in instants unnoticed
She slips on, taking prisoners - none
Unhindered her legs carry her
Streaking through lives carelessly
Tearing through plans wrecklessly
And all we can do is watch
And all we can do is wait
For Time is on her own schedule
With an itinery that includes us not
Except the special, the insomniac few
Destined to share her every fleeting second