won’t stay the same. With time comes a
layer of rust and our bones will turn to dust.
built on change. With time the paint will peel
and all sense will lose it’s feel. Every cloth will
start to fray and every night will become day.
can become warm. Every love can’t always
stay and the dead will soon decay. With time
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