I take shelter,
unable to withstand this
never-ending inner battle
butting heads, knowing neither
will take victory of this, eternal war.
Growing weaker as winds whip wild
and my sands
of
the
times
…begin to cease their flowing on through
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I take shelter, unable to withstand this never-ending inner battle butting heads, knowing neither will take victory of this, eternal war. Growing weaker as winds whip wild and my sands of the times
…begin to cease their flowing on through Author notesBackground credit to Kari...Hekate In a listA contest entry
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