Hourglass of Wine.A Poem by Deathless_Sorrow 12/19/2011 The time drips softly by, Each splash, a lovers lie. Words that stain her lips, Thoughts that move his hips. The wine is almost in the past, And his lust is vast. She's lost her place He's fallen from his grace. He's used the hourglass. She's lost her time. She's drank his wine.
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Deathless_SorrowGreenup, KYAboutMy name is Matt. I've come to a bit of a block recently and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to drag myself out of it, so don't expect frequent posts. Thanks for reading. more..Writing
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