#1616-Grains
02/01/2022
When you’ve been cut,
Baring your age out loud,
With pieces and dust,
Lying all around,
Then it’s clear,
Where you belong.
Just stare outside,
Watch the fog roll by,
And feel the rain,
Washing time away.
Saw dust,
As grains of sand,
Fall in empty bottles.
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