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Christopher Lay
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Time
What a gift is time
Allotted a mere handful
Unknown amount
Dispense with as we please
Such a precious thing
Yet lately I do squander
Thoughts flow like chilled molasses
And I find myself staring at things inconsequential
How to slake the melancholy of loss?
Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. - Will C.
