From one watcher to another -
Isn’t it fun to discover
That you ain’t the only one
Hidden in the
Blackness
And spying on the
Madness?
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The Watcher
I watch life through hourglass eyes
As times drips down, eluding the wise;
Life moves past me, a dance of compromise
And I watch who loves, who lives, and who dies.
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