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Sands of Time
Contributed by
Nardo
on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 12:42:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The selected speed in which Grace travels
is slow as pus.
Sweat and panting she can not fight
the green viscous,
a venemous slide to her final blow.
It's poison seeps into her body
It's poison swells each nerve
each nerve explodes in pain and thurst
torn apart,
no sign of her remains
collected in a pile of wishes and dreams
she is reduced to nothing
like sand in an hour glass.
Nothing.
She waits as time lingers
laughing at her
waiting for the first turn
to make her whole again.
And so she waits
and she waits
she waits.
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Nardo
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2004-12-28 12:42:32]
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Re: Sands of Time
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by Specman on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 01:22:10 PM AEST
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Cool dude i really like this. It makes me think of my ungrateful and unsupportive mother-in-law toward my wife. Always waiting for gracious support but only receiving manipulative promises of support to come at a price to us.
Way to go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Re: Sands of Time
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by Essentially9 on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 01:25:24 PM AEST
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everytime i read anything about the sands of time im surprised at what i find. this was my favorite part,
"collected in a pile of wishes and dreams
she is reduced to nothing
like sand in an hour glass.
Nothing." |
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Re: Sands of Time
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 03:15:57 PM AEST
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"She waits as time lingers
laughing at her
waiting for the first turn
to make her whole again.
And so she waits
and she waits
she waits."
My favorite part.
Great poem. |
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