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Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Grains ...

Let's blind time and sieve out every last grain of sand
That ever felt to the bottom
With heavy thuds and despair
While we were we and we were infinite
I think it's time to go back with forward sprints
And live again those grains of sand
That crashed
And freeze again the ticking
To the moment of rumbling echoes through the sky
And fingers that forgot to unwound. 

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