the breath of time swayes by us so slowly but so fast how could any one no see the grace of ower time given as long or short as it may be.
the time screams never.
the mind screams death.
the soul burns tears.
the body burns empty.
i just call.
nothing.
@>;---
this is the lock bent and broken
here is the key that will open
with love bond and rarely open
my prizied possesion is yours to open
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