Time
it moves differently in crisis.
Soft in the middle with sharp edges.
Tasting like copper.
Time is a friend and a hated enemy.
All those memories, piled on in time, reminding you of what's lost. What could be gained again.
Of what could or could not be.
Soft in the middle with sharp edges.
Tasting like copper.
Time is a friend and a hated enemy.
All those memories, piled on in time, reminding you of what's lost. What could be gained again.
Of what could or could not be.
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