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Oct 2015
The hourglass having its own precise time
Cries of anguish with a press of sorrow
What will happen to my tomorrow?
I tried to figure out
But I was totally breathless and let out a shout
Tears flowed like an uncontrollable river
Seconds became minutes
Hours into days
Even the sun had a haze
Being quick is not fast anymore
A shore is simply something one must explore
Yet that moment within an instance
A breathing chance
Not knowing from one’s compelling advance
It was while on still
I have given up the will
I can no longer capture the moment
Time has passed by
It was only a try, but now I can only just cry
The hourglass has stopped
Watches and wall clocks being idled
The sun has turned black
There is no time to look back
My life being none
I say goodbye to the moment, and redeem my soul to the Heavens
My moment now being everlasting and forever in peace.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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