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The Thief Called Time

Time is a strange thing
alright
it eats away
the day
stealing the light ,
captured in a frame , a yesterday
we go to other plains
everynight ,
every second
a strain
in lifes fight
will you mess up
again
I think you might .

Echoeing voices
returning
past choices ,
living  
as you weren't to be
a silver
medal secondary ,
time has turned
it's face on me
the money rolls
they escape me ,
not to be scrolled
in golden leaf
bestowed  with some posterity
everything time takes
is for free
he finds it
wrecks it
he's a thief .
Written by diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
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