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When the Time Comes

December 12, 2012
By Wildsong BRONZE, Eureka Springs, Arkansas
Wildsong BRONZE, Eureka Springs, Arkansas
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I did not live
To cherish
Merely cherish
Memories-
Each a tear upon our lips,
Each and infinity
To fall down our chin
To cut our throat
As Time f**** us over
Screaming her envy
And I'm screaming my rage
And you're screaming your love
And I'm screaming my love
And the sand is slipping
through our fingers
With every romantic confession
And every press
Of lips on lips
Of flesh on flesh
Of blood on blood
Of whispered defiance
To deaf ears


The author's comments:
The time is running out.

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