Figurine
hers
once
mine
the hour
glass of
the sands
of time
mine
fell
from top
to heavy
bottom
hers
still
young
s l o w
l y sift
biding
time
each
glass
a decade
mine four
times turned
over
while
she is
only
twice
over with
a twist
of a wrist
meaning
half
but i
find my
three
times
turned
over
is like
a sand
storm
where
i'm more
then blinded
by her eyes
oh so youth
ful filling
sand dunes
dooming me
swallowing
following
falling
down
with the
sands of
time
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