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Author: Dracula, Lord of the Vampires
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/Mystery - Reviews: 14 - Published: 03-04-04 - Updated: 03-04-04 - id:1541733
It speeds our lives along
Yet slows them to a crawl
It keeps us standing tall
Yet withers us like a rose
We love it with all our heart
Yet curse it in speech and thought
We don't need it at all
Yet hunger for it like a wolf
We want to be smothered with it
Yet we try to stay out of it's way
It keeps our minds clear
Yet it drives us over the edge and into insanity
It is Time


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