Atropos, She Whispers
When did you wither and grey, she asks
I was so lost in tomorrow I misplaced now
Think back to mere moments ago, she smiles
How did I not notice the clock tick by
Life did not wait for your foolishness did it, she coos
Used and broken I stand here forlorn
To start anew with better sense are your cries
Be careful what you wish for, she purrs
By Robert Lloyd
10/Aug/2010
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