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Prison Of Time
She wrote into my dreams
the first line of a nightmare
And I can no longer sleep
in fear of the next line
She ran away with all hope
that one line to haunt me
Each new second an hour
-in this prison called time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
the first line of a nightmare
And I can no longer sleep
in fear of the next line
She ran away with all hope
that one line to haunt me
Each new second an hour
-in this prison called time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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Prison Of Time
Prison Of Time
