TEMPUS FUGIT, UTERE



The world keeps on beating while my heart refrains from moving on

Like an alienated sensation from a gleaming paradox of utter gloominess

The negative contrast of my reveries defies my innermost raphsodies

And when my soul hastens... then everything seems to freeze

Like the static image of a picture framing the entire universe.



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