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The ever decreasing minutes of day

The ever decreasing minutes of day
trickle like the granules in an hourglass;

One motion, a grain, and sand spills;

Time dwindles and night eats the past,
to swallow each fallen star
and build colors toward pastel.

This is a very early poem from me, likely around the age of 18.

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