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~arid~ 2 Versions

Wear me thin...Look upon, then within.
Your pretense means nothing,
As we all face Time's hand
standing at an arm's length from his grasp.

Silence pulls me close,
telling what you never will.
I came like flooding waters
to only leave dry as bone.

Nothing can explain this hovering notion,
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