Time drips drops of sorrow like engine oil.
It coats the gears of yesterday's labor,
keeping grinding on forward in a regular way,
slip, slip sliding away.
Tears unbind the spindle of memory’s wheel.
Dreams, frozen in candle wax, melt in the sun’s heat,
causing memories to slink and drip,
slip, slip sliding away.
Hands clutch hard,...
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