Abstract
Echo of time.
I have seen my time flash of emotions sculpt existence without remorse, mute with screams, screaming in the wind.
I've seen him lie on the wounds of useless dreams like sneers.
I have seen my time cautious, a waste of breaths, a monument to the ungrateful.
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