POETRY: Days and Nights
While the days go slow
The nights go fast

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While the days go slow
And the nights go fast
All the fear in my heart is unstoppable.
The days go slow
The nights go fast
The song in my head won’t stop playing.
The days go slow
The nights go fast
Why, why, why is life like a torn piece of paper
Most of all my eyes are open to the world of color.