Poem

What is time? It is synchrony, it is relativity, a conflict, an entanglement. The number of bruses, scars, the amount of pain in my body, my conscience, my soul. The Grey in my hair. My skin shriveled, and dry. Inabilities and nightmares. Cause. My wahem, my alien. My God, my faith, my Religion. Prayers. God Bless.

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