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Jan 2015
Lost time
always slipping
trickling sands tumble
ticking hands aren’t mine to change
it’s late
Later
now forever
colder before first light
dawn breaking, time turns back
after
Bleeding
light is going
Darkness is times agent,
in closing my eyes I have won.
Time lost
G S Briley
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G S Briley  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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