Time

and so in time swept
a wind flooding
sweeping, inundating
with a clarion call
and a peal
it packed away former friends in boxes
it folded away lovers
devouring hours
and wilted procession flowers
it rouse like children tugging on battered ankles
it was that wetstone that we sharpen ourselves to
The more I grow up
The more I fill these molds
and deepen into this person

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