Clips Of Time
Author: Shan


The quitter knows
In the bitter cold
The wit that folds
Will sit and grow
How so the old news
Goes untold
Unheard are the words
Of the egos mold
Sold to those
Of the conscious mind
To blind the findings
Of the Beings climb
The meaning gone grieving
We're ripped of sign
Left believing in deceiving
Clips of time


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