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Jan 2019
You always are complaining
about how you don’t have enough of me.
When you have extra of me you waste me.

I’m not a physical thing
but an idea.

I’m always off by a little,
no matter where you look

I tell you when to do something.
If your early or late.

I’m a grandfather but I don’t have kids.
My pendulum is what digs your grave.

I am fathertime.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
(22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room)   
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