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Death's Time Comes Shy

Never resting;
Time!
The silver arm
bleeds silver:
blood.
Death beckons
Cries. Cuts.
CALM.
Death hides,
waits...
Always watching.
Never resting.
Time. Time.
TIME.

poem by Dead Fang
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