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pushing, pushing, pushing
the sands of time
against my back
relentless
but I appear to be standing
in a well's bottom
looking up to the blue
and heartless
when in fact it's opposite
peeks its face into
showing my truth
with sadness
while cutting my ropes
so prematurely
hoping to protect
a fragile kiss
the sands of time
against my back
relentless
but I appear to be standing
in a well's bottom
looking up to the blue
and heartless
when in fact it's opposite
peeks its face into
showing my truth
with sadness
while cutting my ropes
so prematurely
hoping to protect
a fragile kiss
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