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Can't we leave?
The clock is ticking.
Time ebbs and sways.
My bones grow brittle.
'Help me,' she says,
but my heart is fickle.
In little waves.
In little ways.
Amen.
Matthew Eyles
Can't we leave?
The clock is ticking.
Time ebbs and sways.
My bones grow brittle.
'Help me,' she says,
but my heart is fickle.
In little waves.
In little ways.
Amen.