the essence of time |
in its breathing moments
it held a beauty
major to life
how could I have known then
that this love would die
distinguishly old
and rotten with me
with every grain of sand I can not stop from falling
with eachs own story
mine is more forgotten
the hourglass defines
love and life and beauty
young
should we have died
alongside
love and I
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