Hands of time are showing,
pointing and passing each numbers,
down
down
down
If it has its own two feet,
they’ll be running,
forward
forward
forward
coming to either catch you,
or
pass you by
Stop. I pleaded
give me one more season,
if not,
days,
if not,
hours,
if not,
minutes,
or at the very least,
seconds,
please?
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
Hands of time are showing,
pointing and passing each numbers,
down
down
down
If it has its own two feet,
they’ll be running,
forward
forward
forward
coming to either catch you,
or
pass you by
Stop. I pleaded
give me one more season,
if not,
days,
if not,
hours,
if not,
minutes,
or at the very least,
seconds,
please?
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