When hope abandoned me,
time remained;
when all else failed,
he never waned.
As he consumed me,
I consumed him;
waiting for death to conceive,
the grave to open, the air to leave.
By chasing hope,
time remained.
None can buy him,
not even love-
Looking back, I slowly waned;
for none can take time,
no, not love.
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