Black-Hole Crevices

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He dropped the ball.

And I watched it fall into one of those black-hole crevices.

I don’t have the time to watch him hit himself upon the wall,

At least not on my own premises.

Time is what you lost,

And time is what you need.

Don’t think our paths will ever be crossed,

Because I do so daringly decree.

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