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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