I am afraid of the way time spins its wheel. It is never ending, never slowing, never stopping. It is the sand which slips through my fingers by the shore, I cannot keep it, it just goes.
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I am afraid of the way time spins its wheel. It is never ending, never slowing, never stopping. It is the sand which slips through my fingers by the shore, I cannot keep it, it just goes.