My Life
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Hour Glass
When the chains of chains starts to move
Each layer gets thicker
The blade spins and spins
Revolving around what they call "cycle"
When sand sinks like a ticking clock
Layers seem to peel
And one might just disappear
I might just have lost my voice.
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