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Apr 2019
the sands of time are passing,

and as every grain I have

knowingly yet

wrongfully

given

away

collects at

the bottom of the

hourglass, i begin to wonder

just how much time is left for myself.
Alexys Marie
Written by
Alexys Marie  25/F/iowa
(25/F/iowa)   
185
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