Hourglass Prison By J. Lynne Moore Through the limpid, prison glass, Fall the sands of heedless time. Never making resplendent sense, Always ending in a twisted rhyme. No need to hold your last breath, Overmarrow cannot be seen, Cry no more for spilled milk regret, During the lost affairs of yestereen. No tepid, vanilla life […]

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