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_Time lapses, as quick sands sift from flask to flask, Half empty - a flick of the wrist - half full; Hours of glass, ground into powder, measuring my frailty._
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Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 1:25 AM UTC
Hour Glass
_Time lapses, as quick sands sift from flask to flask, Half empty - a flick of the wrist - half full; Hours of glass, ground into powder, measuring my frailty._
'He dreamed of deserts and great empty cities and imagined he could feel the minutes and hours of his life running through him, as though he were nothing but an hourglass of flesh and bone.' - Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
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annh
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F/Christchurch, New Zealand
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 1:25 AM UTC
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