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To Much

February 3, 2014
By Anonymous

Wheels turning in the dim candlelight

Old, gnarled hands working the levers one by one

The curtain is open but the door is locked

The hands are skilled but not fast enough



Four corners and four walls

Life slips through your fingers

Like sand through a timeless glass

Two hands never stop their deadly dance



Piter pater pat where you cannot see

Another angel striped now lives in poverty



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