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Sand falls through the bottom,

Filling up slowly,

Counting the breaths,

That flow inside of me,

This feeling inside is like a bug,

Its one that I’m unable to lose,

Each moment spent pondered on a lost memory,

Leaves my heart with another bruise,

I’m supposed to look ahead,

Forbidden to look back,

But these memories are like trances,

Compelling me to take a glance back,

Uncontrollable tears,

From each fiber of my body,

Piercing the surroundings,

Then, vanishing just as quickly as it appears,

Trying to hold onto the moment,

But it falls out of my grasp,

Like a beautiful, sparkling necklace,

Dropping from the undone clasp,

Temptation calls,

Like a harmony of angels,

Begging me,

To look back on a road that was once forgotten,

Glistening sand,

Dropping to its own beat,

Transparent glass,

For only my eyes to see,

Reaching out to the hourglass,

Preparing to turn back the time,

Faded whispers are the memories,

That I wish to clutch and forever call mine.