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Time is Death’s Compass:
The sea is made up of Eternity’s tears of twilight,
And the shore made up of Time’s ashes,
For each hours Time’s hands moult to sand,
And grow anew,
They are Death’s compass,
It is your shadow that leads Him to you.
Only the light of love can blind Death,
And make Time grow wings,
For Death cannot see the one without a shadow,
With Love, your black shadow is painted white,
And you become invisible as the blinding beauty
Of the sunlight.
- Austin Khemraj
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