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Erosion

In the womb
Where there is no room
Time finds a way
To begin and erode away
At the duration of your stay
As you're being born
Your effigy is being worn
A small chip at a time
No one waits in this line
Pray to live happy and long
That the chisel won't do wrong
And slice your effigy in two
To crumble what remains of you
Nevertheless it will go and
No sympathy will it show
For time always moves ahead
To chip away until you're dead



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Written by xmar82
Published | Edited 3rd Feb 2017
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