Monday, July 14, 2014

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Time Passes
Jocelyn

time passes and stolen time rots
because no one has the opportunity to open the doors that connect time
that what was lost, regretted or rediscovered
what it was meant for

rediscovering what it was meant for
lay in the ripe stains of hands like two had stolen away in the opportunity, stolen time rotting
lost in opportunity
because no one opened its doors
lost, regretted, or rediscovered
what it was meant for
while it lay in days, its days passing

While you knew knew
You never blew the candles on birthdays
days meant for you
what it was meant for
for You
still it rewinds and we want to connect those days
Now stolen
stolen time rots
in what it was meant for

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