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The Hourglass
We exist on the clock
a meander in the changing river
I clutch at air but it’s gone
the sand of the banks
slips through my hands
my hands
flow all over you
There is a magic I think we should birth
there is a magic I think you’d regret not knowing
and yet we look the other way
as those sands flow…
as those sands flow through…
We tussle on the floodplain
blowing leaves caught by the...
Tuesday 3rd February 2015 3:07 pm
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