Time
Time heals all
She whispers into my hair
Spinning her words as masterly
As a worm spins it’s silk
Honeyed Words to soothe me to sleep
I know she’s lying
Time heals ...
Bruises perhaps cuts
But not dead things
Time cannot breathe life
Time won’t bring you back to me
-EEO
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