Eventually
Time waits for no one or so I'm told
Under the weight of the world i begin to fold
Vixens and vagabonds mix and mingle under the stars
Wishing and hoping they'er not marred by their scars
Xenodochial but still cold, time waits for no one or so I'm told.
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