I am time
Similarly I work to rocks
Uncontrollably I pile up
Pile up high
Above all

I pill up with memories
They are slowly buried
Some form crystals
Never to be overlooked
To be put on display

Others though are merely gray
Born to die
Born to blend in
Born to be forgotten
I am time do not let me bury

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