time
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the blender
A month goes by, then years, they blend
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the end? – narcissi, revisited
The end was not what I had expected.
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Sonnet XVI – Time Tasting
That day shall come, too soon , notfastenough;
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tempore vanitatis
measure the passing of our existence
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blur
My eleven-year-old mind is often a blur, but some things are crystal clear.
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mountaintop moments
from the foothills of the ~ or the deepest valley ~ the icy peaks seem… ~ romantic.
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solutionizing
white wine and a friend / solve world problems together