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Time
Time moves forward
Plodding along his path...
Stopping for nothing,
No one.
He moves through me,
Blind to my suffering.
Time's cold fingers of indifference
Brush my immortal soul.
With his icy touch
Another part of me dies.
And in my final moments
In his chilling embrace
I realize that Time and Death
Are one.
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