TimeKeeperA Poem by Created Unfinished
In the wilds, the aging slows.
Time has no ground to stand. It bows to nature and the sun alike. Death bleeds into birth where none are lost. Away from here is where it moves. The markings of individuals keep time quite closely. In this mistake, lies the death of the many. © 2019 Created UnfinishedReviews
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Added on March 4, 2019Last Updated on March 4, 2019 AuthorCreated UnfinishedTNAboutI live for the words that give my life meaning. Relationship: Taken PS4 @ Cheyzard I'm always looking to improve my writing so please comment. I will try to go through all my read requ.. more..Writing
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