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Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Time runs in
lifts us by the arms
fine and young
we're friends, in love,
taken for granite granted.

the giddy tickle of time
soon turns a nick
And by a thousand pricks of
a sharply ticking second hand
time runs out.

No trick but to split every moment
like a grape. Let time pile on a thick toil of moments, let it be a crush. Find yourslef standing up to your knees in the next years' wine.

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