fortythreeA Chapter by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))Time stands still The water dripping down the ceiling Time moves slowly to stand still Is there any greater meaning? Or are we mere men Searching for nothing Love is a myth told by giants Who wants nothing Time is the essence of us all The seconds are ticking by When we fall down To a single piece of dust © 2011 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser)) |
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