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Hourglass

and Thus I fell upon the sword of my predilection

A moment of divine inspiration gone astray

This dish of red and beating bread

Cast aside refrain

On shelf ******

a mote of dust

To Wait

another day.

...at what point does patience become denial

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matthew-david-kispert

American

Published: Nov 30, 2014
LinesWords: 945

Tags: #loss #time #mistakes #wait

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