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Time is an obscure entity to me
Its hands move on
Ticking by the second I'll never again see
In hindsight, I am its pawn.
I know not how this dimension was found
To me it's not so plain
But I comprehend it has me bound
By old age it lays its claim.
I see its measures--
The seconds, minutes, hours
Its only treasures;
They pass by starlit night as moving showers.
It brings life
In form of newborn babe;
Into the world induces strife,
Only to be ended by man and blade.
Yet still all of this in spite
I know not what is time
Only of it's cruel bite
And drops of citrus lime.
- by psychotic__Gal |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/22/2011 |
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- Title: Citrus Lime
- Artist: psychotic__Gal
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Description:
I went to the catacombs of Paris in 2005. I saw things by the bones that looked like pieces of lime to me... I'm pretty sure citrus/limes are used to preserve things so maybe people put them by the bodies to preserve the bones/bodies. Or maybe...they're not pieces of lime at all. Anyway, we're assuming they are. xD
C: Enjoy. - Date: 01/22/2011
- Tags: citrus lime
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