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Aug 2014
time is all i've ever really owned.
and time has come and gone.

there were girls.
there were nights.
there were connections.

but everything is tenuous.
as feelings, dedication and chemicals.

someone kissed me in my sleep.
and i slept when they kissed another.

i have held on until my hands melted.
never a consolation prize,
only a consolation price.

sacrifice is not worth pride.
money is not worth pride.
flesh is not worth pride.

all i've found that's worth pride,
is time.

and time has come and gone.
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
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