It continues to ebb, slip theough my fingers,

constantly running, without regard.

It's a cowardly thing.

Constantly running, never stopping.

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Trying to get back the bastardly thing

known as time will only result in hurt.

Time shall go.

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While the hurt remains

Tainting all in it's path.

Tainting the ashes that lie on rug.

Time is a cowardly thing.