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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Experience · #1684384

A short ode to a friend.

Time reshapes norms,
Time oh! Time, sneaky substance
Of sleep, morphine and sex,
Woefully aware of its inexistence.

Cancerous it grows
Upon naked skin.
Time and Death be it all,
Time and Death play on
The feeding grounds
Of forgetful romances.

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