The Grim Reaper
Standing upon a bubble spinning atop this ledge
It's edge arriving and her full circles riddle confetti..
Pages hours days seasons years; peering, into the wasteland
Of time rushing by while Babylon continues to read aloud
Her horoscope carved into these dreams a rubies, five star day ?
Stowed away within wishfuls pendant worn by their wayward keeper.
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