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Hourglass
On the quietest of nights
I can now hear its roar
This current hides calmly
what fate has in store
Its crashing is consummate,
my drowning awaits
Last bend now approaching
-the hour grows late
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August: 2020)
I can now hear its roar
This current hides calmly
what fate has in store
Its crashing is consummate,
my drowning awaits
Last bend now approaching
-the hour grows late
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August: 2020)
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