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Apr 2019
Time for growth.
Time to grow beyond what is known.

Time for healing.
Time to heal my jarred and jaded mind.

Time for nourishment.
Time to nourish myself with sacred rice and holy water.

For there will come a time
When little time is left.
And my time could be eaten
by the Gods or a greedy fool.

And with time
My arms will grow
like Shiva's flow
of four cardinal points.

And when time passes
I will not care of mistakes
we all make. Time will
drown our guilt.
Eleni
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Eleni  F/United Kingdom
(F/United Kingdom)   
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