in a winding whip of time
the world comes crashing
and all that remains
is to be seen
grabbing on with your
last breath
and hold tight
until they drop
a
w
a
y
and leave you be
can't you
understand
the words have no meaning
?
gently passes
a
w
a
y
and no one notices
glass breaking
you're not dreaming
until you're asleep
you're a shard of glass on the palm
that broke you
something sweet
you taste
no more tears
yesterday is a faint freckle in time
passing
a
w
a
y
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