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Tick Tock


It taunts you, this ghost
No one has it
No one really owns it
Yet everyone uses it
It's precious
Some say it's money
It's not even a physical thing
It is what makes up all the space around us
Outer space, too
Past, present, and future
Everyone runs out of it eventually

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