That I am dying,
That my time here
Is limited, so few
Grains of sand to run
Between my fingers,
Trickle past my toes.
And while I forgot, I
Frivolled like a
Foolish thing, casting
Away my scan coin
On things worthless
As soon as bought.
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- Brat Farrar (
bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar
poem: temporary
That I am dying,
That my time here
Is limited, so few
Grains of sand to run
Between my fingers,
Trickle past my toes.
And while I forgot, I
Frivolled like a
Foolish thing, casting
Away my scan coin
On things worthless
As soon as bought.
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