time twinkles and shines in an ominous way
I admire the tricks and games that it plays
on pieces of hearts broken and minds laid to rest
the way it mangles our pains and gives a hope a reset
at best
at worst
it pickles our emotions
our hurts
and stretches it out
giving single words a verse
its countenance waylays all
an existential purse
that doles out and contains covets
a mouth that knows not without thirst
I know if we get out of life alive
we’ll be the first
but time has given me hope
that you’re the amulet that wards it curse

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~C.B.M