Day 180 – Listen – Whispered Words

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Time is our enemy,

as well as our friend,

we move with it’s movement,

we age with its hands,

we can’t avoid it’s existence,

we can’t escape it’s embrace,

and as my eyes grow weary,

as my limbs grow weak,

I look for my next victim,

for I am a leech,

extending my life,

escaping my death,

searching and hunting,

before it’s to late.

and that’s how you found me,

Or did I find you?

it matters not anyway,

for I have no more to say,

except time your time has run out.

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