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Ebbing Away....

Yearn
BY
BELTANE
The clock ticks, painfully slow, I sit at the desk, with nowhere to go, Time stands still, Yet ebbs away. Moments spent wasted, on what I can't say. Daydreams and fantasies,.. ...More