Every Second Counts

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Every Second Counts

Stealthlike hand is whistling by

Stolen thoughts may undoubtedly eke

Bygones gone, but affections dost tread

Stars shine, hearts escape, amiably pique

Flailing helplessly, assumed mystery bound

Humbly shaken hath avenues become

Agog with avoidance, heartbroken unfound

Smiles beating hard, an edifying strum

She harkens angels skyward as affable models

Crying, still weeping on adorned wings

And again embarks cyclic, ageless battles

Craving idyll’s defiant unendings

Sinking, awash with ilked floodbound waters

Floating away hath my used eloquence gone

Ever be dying for lustful astute sweetness

Her heart stops, thine heart falls free, atoned