maybe something
Friday, September 24, 2021
Some times the girl would be an hourglass,
an actual hourglass
full of sand and time.
Some times the boy would be a sundial,
a dial on the sun,
You can turn down the heat, up the light.
Some times the world would be a suitcase,
full of water and dirt,
No one there to tell us why or where.
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