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Apr 2015
Living in this fragment we call time
It never ends,  but yet we still die
Traveling to find everything we seek
But wait to pursue everything that makes as truly uniquely
We sit and we ponder about how life should be
Instead of facing it head on, directly
As each moon sheds its twinkling stars a new sun rises and that time you thought you had is way long gone
jay may
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