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Wilted Words

A small spot to goof around with writing poetry and thinking out loud.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Untitled

We reach with withered fingers
Grasping every second
Still it slips through
Passing ever faster
Until we fade
Away
Posted by Orion's Enigma at 7:24 PM

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