Poetry

Time run short

the grass grows long
as time runs short

somewhere between here and there
somewhere between now and then

fading
i’m not giving in, i’m letting go 

while you sleep
i’ll sneak away

no tears today, we’ll all find peace
goodbyes are easier than preparing for them

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