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cutting through, though, i am fearful, suddenly, i am, cutting through, without restraint, cutting through, going all out, over here, i am, cutting through, though, i am, somewhat fearful, i am, cutting through.
piled up, boxes, stacked up, high, around me, pillars, wobbling, they are dangerous, like that, piled up, high above me, like me, like grecian architecture, stacked up, around me, wobbling to and fro, those boxes, the stacked up ones, they are dangerous.
sitting, on the ground, there, sitting, here i am, looking around, around here, i am sitting, there, on the ground, knees tucked in, on the ground, i am sitting, eyes moving around, flat on the ground, i am sitting there, here.
she, spitting, screaming, in my face, when she is, screaming, spitting words, my face is breaking, she is spitting, words, splitting my ears, she is, my face, scream, ing, broken words, flying at me, she is, flying at me.
piled up, boxes, stacked up, high, around me, pillars, wobbling, they are dangerous, like that, piled up, high above me, like me, like grecian architecture, stacked up, around me, wobbling to and fro, those boxes, the stacked up ones, they are dangerous.
sitting, on the ground, there, sitting, here i am, looking around, around here, i am sitting, there, on the ground, knees tucked in, on the ground, i am sitting, eyes moving around, flat on the ground, i am sitting there, here.
she, spitting, screaming, in my face, when she is, screaming, spitting words, my face is breaking, she is spitting, words, splitting my ears, she is, my face, scream, ing, broken words, flying at me, she is, flying at me.
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Time
Dark grey clouds hung in the sky, lifeless, obscuring the sun, casting the world in perpetual twilight. The air spun listlessly, without purpose, meandering, lost. Lightning flashed in the distance, but it was dull, and arched lazily among the clouds; no thunder followed.
He knelt on his knees on the barren ground, head bowed with eyes closed, as if asleep. But he was not sleeping; how could he sleep? The pain of incredible loss and despair seared through him, leaving a cold ache that seeped into his bones. No, he did not sleep, could not sleep.
The last words of the prophecy slipped into his mind, unbidden:
When all has come to end,
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Time - e =
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What I have is
Feelings for you
But for the first
Time, putting to
Paper feels wrong.
There’s a need to do
Something else.
Something more . . .
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Written by Justin B Maltais (7U5T1N (https://www.deviantart.com/7u5t1n))
© 2016 Justin B Maltais (7U5T1N (https://www.deviantart.com/7u5t1n))
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Literature
March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
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