Arthur Fox

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Singleness

You sit,

Watching the hour glass of life,

Pour out.

Terrified by the size of the pile,

Your fingers gather grains,

Scatter drifts of fallen moments.

You long for another pair of hands,

To help fight the flow of time,

Or to at least,

Enjoy the feeling of sand,

Running over fingers,

Together.
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