Time Measurements

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Air heavy with cotton thoughts
And time measured in
Sheets of paper hissing.
Time swims in crimson rivers
And there are dried roses hanging.
Upon,the light spells liquid gold.
Until night comes,
And the moon peeks through the branches
Removing leaves to enable sight
Playing peek-a-boo.
Night falls heavy.
Salty and
chokingly heavy.

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