Rivers of strife pour through his veins. White age furls rapidly, time’s rapids reach As fingers. Time does not have time to teach. So he is here; to watch the hour that remains; To sit holding minutes by the reins With hands far too worn to pound and preach, Bestowing more than he can or…
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