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Jun 11
I spied the eyes of god today
resting thoughtless on my mind.
Cast curiously on my mirror.
Leaving all the woes far behind.

I sat and pondered with ash-filled grace.
The murk and grime of a shadow
washed away by the coming tide.
Murmurs buttering my ego.

I wonder of a moment come and gone.
Elapsed, erased, reset, and unwashed.
Just a thought, a passing of hands.
I lay gently in the casket with the wilted rose.

Once again I find myself too late to be on time.
Once again these moments expired burn evermore.
Once again the flesh imprints yesteryear's regret.
Once again I drive, and night's ink buries my sin.
Written by
Shin  26/M/Chicago
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