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Waning
Time
Seems to be
Dripping
Like molten wax
From an ever shortening candle
No wick
No wit
A lyrical flame
Flickers
Then
Is snuffed out
To oblivion
As a dustcloud of thought
Is scattered
Then dispersed
Into a void
Of an infinite nothingness
by Jemia
Seems to be
Dripping
Like molten wax
From an ever shortening candle
No wick
No wit
A lyrical flame
Flickers
Then
Is snuffed out
To oblivion
As a dustcloud of thought
Is scattered
Then dispersed
Into a void
Of an infinite nothingness
by Jemia
Published 30th Mar 2023
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