Centra

Chronos






Hello time, why you leak away, I see you in my clock slowly eating through my daily toil.

Can't you go back and pick up later I need to iron my trousers while I'm still wearing them.

You chronological limpet, made of cogs and other divine workings, you make time real, you make time a worthwhile deal.

You have none yourself

So spoil yourself help yourself.

To mine

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