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Hourglass

On the quietest of nights
I can now hear its roar

This current hides calmly
what fate has in store

Its crashing is consummate,
my drowning awaits

Last bend now approaching
—the hour grows late
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Monday, August 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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