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The handles of time are wicked, pointy, and blood-lusting They shoot into me like bullets and never stop their gusting There is no talk on the matter on how getting out of me Their marks on my life never disappear and historic shall they be
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Of Spears & Clocks
The handles of time are wicked, pointy, and blood-lusting They shoot into me like bullets and never stop their gusting There is no talk on the matter on how getting out of me Their marks on my life never disappear and historic shall they be
Oh, the pain of the mistakes done in time coming into history but never going out! Took me a few days to find a way to finish this lol
#spears#clocks#time#handles#bullets#bloodlust#marks#historic#life#sad
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
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