Lines and lines on a single hand,
With red painted nails,
There is no woman, there is no man,
There is only me playing tails…
There are no seasons in this part of the world,
There are no changing leaves or frozen lakes,
There is only a string and a pearl,
And it crumbles and flakes…
A buzz is heard in the distance,
A switch goes off somewhere,
There is a mirror and my face,
Blotched and bare, curious eyes but blank stare,
Time is of essence, my mother used to say,
Tick tock tick tock I used to play,
Threw her away and found a way,
Blood seeping into the hay.
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