How is this gone?
Right before my eyes
Like borrowed time
you never get back
Like a shell in the ocean
Swept out right before you catch it
Like dropped pixie dust
For someone else to pick up
Like the winning game point
Made by the other team
The clock runs out
The pixie dust spills
The shell tumbles
The eyes close
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Author:
sea12 (
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- Category: Sad
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