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Time
presses down upon me
like a hammer
on an anvil,
hard
and heavy.
I feel
as though
it's crushing me,
it's slow passage
only deepens
my despair.
Oh how I miss
the days
when time
used to fly.
But they are long gone,
flown away
on the wings
of the past.
I wish
that I too
could have
these wings
and fly
far,
far away.
presses down upon me
like a hammer
on an anvil,
hard
and heavy.
I feel
as though
it's crushing me,
it's slow passage
only deepens
my despair.
Oh how I miss
the days
when time
used to fly.
But they are long gone,
flown away
on the wings
of the past.
I wish
that I too
could have
these wings
and fly
far,
far away.
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