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About This Poem
Masterpiece in lies
The quest is on shimmering the sand of time which
like sun rays in the clocks in tune
golden sand to the sttuttering hearbeat
A tune in nine
heard only by those
looking hard and fast.
A look in time
Intent on the prize before their eyes.
Eyes on eyes
Groping for a glimpse
of the masterpiece.
A masterpiece in lies
copied from the
Sands of time.
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