Hourglass

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demure101
demure101
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Time never stays. Her butcher's hands are red;
without an apron she can't wipe them clean,
nor does she care. She just looks straight ahead
with in her wake the hours that have been,

the dusty remnants of the broken years
that lose their keepsakes to time's spouse, decay -
the dead leaves crumble. Your most painful tears
are but a mirage that will fade away.

demure101
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Oldbear63Oldbear63over 10 years ago
Perfect.

Time's spouse - decay. I'm gonna spend a some time with your writing, Demure.

tazz317tazz317over 10 years ago
AND STILL THE SAND FLOWS

as the rest of the world staggers, TK U MLJ LV NV

LesseloovesPeterLesseloovesPeterover 10 years ago

Time and decay. Entropy eats us all.

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