Counting The Sands Of Time

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Words cannot express how I feel,
but I use them nevertheless.
To tell you a story
of past transgressions,
I must confess.

Poison, the elixir of lust,
contemplating how you change a person’s life
with just one touch.

All of a sudden I am lost,
far beyond rescue
setting sail on black seas and white winds
is what the mast needs.

Forcing myself to get free,
in reality, ​
I need peace.
Grant it to me.

Grant me serenity
or​ leave me stranded on this island,
thirsty and hungry.

Searching for life and meaning,
time keeps depleting
until there is non left.

The Prince of Persia


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