'Time'

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Thick adolescent throat choked on a string connecting a warm baby held to bare fleshwith a shaking man on an empty trailer floor. Somehow the boy  feels foregone warmth
Twilight Skiespassing by.Wish I could stop to say "hi,"but I travel with time.
Time is a powerful concept that we live our lives by. Even before we are born we have our lives mapped out and have a deadline to accomplish our goals.
When you were dying, I was dazed yet ambushed. We were fusing, and I got cold feet. Who knew I wasn't cunning, firm, nor merciful of your love. The content was only in text, and a dial was abundant.
Time.   You gluttonous creature. Never enough. Gorging. Taking. Chewing. Overstuffed. You gluttonous creature!   Will your ever grow tired Of this cycle?
Dear brother, you're busy, So I won't talk long. I hope that my worries Are actually wrong. I don't mean to scare you, (Well, maybe I might. There certainly are things Much worse than a fright.)
Dear Time, I hate you. You destroy everything, You make everything meaningless, Decay beauty and kill childhood.   You are a murderer You are the serial killer with the highest death toll,
Time, Time is like water So easily lost So easily wasted So… Needed But we can’t give everyone the water they need
Dear Time, You cruel, manipulative being, I despise you and your power,
Tick, tock, goes the clock Sixty, Fifty, Forty-two Pencils scribble furiously Thirty, twenty, fifteen, ten Brains scramble rapidly Nine, eight, seven, six Checking - double, triple - answers  
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