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The days grow shorter as time progresses, just like us as a whole
Age is no longer a numerical value, but an ending credit
To a play seen a thousand times
Or a book read a million
Shorter and faster as the pages turn and the minutes tick away
Synchronized until the final realization
The end
- Title: Untitled
- Artist: halfling1
- Description: A poem that had been written due to me thinking of everything that i have and everything i can lose
- Date: 11/26/2009
- Tags: untitled
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