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Under the Shadow of the Hourglass
Was it only 6 days ago
you thought to hold my hand?
Your haunting blue eyes, etched
into my memory. I sand it,
slowly, away.
A rope, sliding from grasp.
A race, about to be lost.
Should I hold on when I
may only lose?
Fade, and we drift but -
oh, I cannot stand it!
Encased in this crumbling
shell; I suffocate and suffer
to not once have called you mine.
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