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The wrinkles in my furrowed brow Echo the unmade bed where we once lay Squeezing into each others nooks and crannies A brief history of time etched into the Corners of my eyes From which I remorsefully rub away The grains of sand deposited By the tears of my memories. © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Kronos to kairos It’s all a matter of time What’s your currency? © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.