Time drips, skips, slips

Stubbornly, slowly
Pushing molasses with a broom

Climbing the walls of this caving-in room

Desperately, flittingly
A haughty laugh tossed over a shoulder

She won't let me hold her

Grains in my hand
Feigns immortality
Reign of joys
Rains pain

Veins in my hand
Pulsate with life
Amidst the cracks made by time

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