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The amorphous matters of time
triggers the onset, it takes no shape like others who shivers in the sight, the second hand ticks away wasting the precious jewel, time, and adament force it's existence is known quite wide spread through out but with fate in our hands we lead on with our doubt erratic changes spring upon us it often assuages the pain which comes along with time secrets of time, still remain arcane |
| shocked July 4, 2004 06:26 PM PDT whoa this poem is awesome. even tho some words i dont know i still think is so cool nice | ||
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