Why is time
slipping like sand
through my helpless fingers?
I want to hold on
or stop it from going through so quickly.
Wait!
Go just a little slower!
Wait! Stop! Wait!
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- Arielle Marie
- I sing, and write stream of consciousness poetry, and do absolutely anything with theatre. Oh! and I waltz.
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Each of these poems is copyrighted 2008 by the author. No quotations, however brief, may be made without my as the author's prior, express, written consent.
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