So time thinks it can slip right by
Without a second glance
Slither through the crevices
Slip right through our hands
I guess it'd be thinking right
As my hands are bare as bone
It continues to run away from us
Time doesn't have a home
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365 Days of Ashes (Part Two)
PoetryWattpad only allows 200 parts. I require 365, so here is the second half of my 2017
