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Sep 2013
How it slips through my finger tips
Like smoke
Or was it ever really there
The hour glass is empty
As is my soul
Tossed into the abyss of forever
And ever
And ever
Falling for eternity
Taking with it the lives of those its skeletal hands can reach
And then we all turn to ash
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
(22/F/Purgatory)   
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   Elizabeth Squires
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