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About This Poem
Waiting on our Demise
Sweet pleasure, sweet pain
Hourglass grain
Falling, falling one by one
Days pass, sun by sun
Will it rise? Or stay hidden?
Good riddance, I say
Do we deserve the light?
Perhaps too bright
Our minds a dimmer
Orange ball of shimmer
How we waste you away
This world of decay
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