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What of time when it stops?

Poetry By: this was once a pencil

Perhaps this is about death...

Submitted:Aug 6, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

What of time when it stops?

What of the body when it rots?

What of the questions when they flock

No more and forever they will be not

Anymore around merely beyond the clock

Key thrown away under pad-lock forever more

Forgetting all your self illuded scores

You will be just the same

As you were before...


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