How Valuable a Day Is
how valuable a day is;
sitting there;
on the window sill;
malleable like precious metal;
a day is here, a day is now;
neither here nor there, it is still;
but a day can be fatal;
you might ask how;
days carry out the reapers will;
days are fatal;
at least not for now.
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