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Cheese-us Christ

Lock-step,
like fresh sun,
we march inevitably backward.
An overwrought tyrant,
the Mind,
stretched thin like mint leaves.

I worry.
How I worry.
What chance have I against the tumultuous change
that ravenous beast,
Time?
Written by HedonsHerald (Alexander Johnson)
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