the lights are dim, the sun is setting
a glass of wine, half-empty
casts a lonely shadow on the wall
a clock is ticking
a solemn reminder
of how time keeps running
even if we think we’re running
out
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 1:42 PM UTC
the lights are dim, the sun is setting
a glass of wine, half-empty
casts a lonely shadow on the wall
a clock is ticking
a solemn reminder
of how time keeps running
even if we think we’re running
out
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