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loosely tied to the hand of time,
slowly blanking out as the
tide comes in, forceful winds
blow my thoughts around
in an uncontrollable state.

Mysteries solved and new puzzles arise,
a new life begins
while one never started,
Forever a word that sounds so nice;
Cradling the head of a
newborn as it falls asleep.

No more time, the tide is
in, another 12 hours until
life begins.