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Woman inside the hourglass

The moment disenchantment filled her eyes, took time before she shielded her disguise Love ones and many around her began to shift, giving her a heart no one could lift Grieving her emotions out every minute, left her with a tainted heart in every ending She was now light as a feather withered to decay Lest comes another sandstorm that takes her away. In her dreams laying upon a clock, Minutes through the door there’s repetitive calls, And every hour she hears a knock, on the fainting door Yet to see before her very own eyes, Birds lifeless scattering among their flock Each door reveals a disremembering face, Darkening her evasive step within every pace, Sand began to fill the inside of her body, Crumbling to specks from existence Unhappy and confused was she, Was too late to finally see, The bigger the pile became, Burying her out of life the same way she came, No longer will things get to her, seeping through the mass, Resting and kept all stored in a glass.

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