her cold fingers
may shuffle a single grain of sand
for a thousand years
yet I must stop my heart beat
for only a moment
to see such brilliant slight of hand
through a dusty hour glass
she may blink my bones to dust
but before my blood
stands still
I know that she would not believe
how long a moment
without time
can last
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