Time, the healer….

The crux is flayed…

It’s losing face…

The way things are…

It is not in my hold…

My crux is cold…

It is wrenching my soul..

Like a big, ugly ghoul…

It will pass…

I will clear…

‘Cause time runs…

And you forget…

Everyone forgets…

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