No beach could breach this sea
nor reach those depths of misery
to live a life in fear
to be the hunted deer
and dear not hunts herself
until she finds you there
retrieved her other half
in smoke and bells which chime
and drinking just another beer
out of a glass called Time!
Madrason 3 januari 2015
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Out of a glass called time. Powerful and wonderful writing definitely. Nice job done. Beautiful one.