Time

Time is tickingA ticking bombThat hurts no oneBut takes its self outLike a candleBright and beautifulTo dark and deadSome tick fasterOthers slowesBut in the end we all go outSo why rush it?

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hey there....just thinking about you today...hopefully you had a good day. keep me posted, K?
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You write such beautiful but dark poetry. Have you ever thought about publishing it?