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Sand runs endlessly
One point to another
No purpose
But to count seconds wasted.
Wasted.
Time is nothing
It does not exist
It was created by man
Created so as to remain sane
If we could not
But track our existence
How could we exist?
Sand runs endlessly
One point to another.
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Time Is Fatal
PoetryA debut of some of my original poems pieced together. They vary from demented or depressing to uplifting. There was a time I wrote songs or poems to express feelings such as grief or happiness in my life. The poems in this collection will follow as...
