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I stood upon mighty boulders by the sea,
Watching as the waves regarded them no less
Than another grain of sand in due time.
Time.
A universal ember, the Sun
Spins like a clock and having spun,
Measures the immeasurable.
And with the shifting of atoms,
Pressed upon by the weight of the universe,
My coffee grows colder.
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The second hand, so slow, it almost seems still,
Each tick is every day that ever was or ever will.
Tomorrow I will have lived beyond one thousand years,
Drowned ten thousand times in a hundred million tears.
Yet at the end, when forever has passed, and having passed,
I will cry again, because my life went by too fast.
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One AM is staring at the ceiling.
Two AM, the window and the moon.
Three AM can’t tell me what I’m feeling,
Four o’clock is too large for this room.
Five is slowly breathing in,
Six is breathing out.
Seven with the sun up brings
Another day without
You.
Underneath My Skin 