<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hourglass.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The glass<br> is quickly running<br>down, and has not far<br>to go. I feel the sand in every <br>frown that drags my will down low.<br>The silicon, conniving grit that rubs<br>on every pore. Abrasive and <br>invasive, See? It evens<br>up the score.<br>The score of<br>the accumulated<br>years and also fears.<br>As layer upon layer peels the<br>pity from my tears. The culling and<br>the dulling of my empathy corrodes, <br>the final days, approaching, soon<br>no more to tread these roads.<br>The Glass is running quickly<br>down, I have no will to <br>turn it round.<br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hola+Mentirosa">Hola Mentirosa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410257" data-title="Hourglass. de Hola Mentirosa" data-description="The glass is quickly running down, and has not far to go. I feel the sand in every frown that drags my will down low. The silicon, conniving grit that rubs on every pore. Abrasive and invasive, See? It evens up the score. The score of the accum..."></div> </div> </div>

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