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Little Lady Jan 2014
My life is in shambles
So time where are you?
I'm waiting upon your arrival with flowers
Neck deep in anticipation

They say
"Time kills all pain"
"Time cures the deepest of wounds"
So I wait. I tally the
Nanoseconds, the minutes, the days.
Submerged beneath a huge mass of sentiments
I can't reach the surface

Time I need you.

— The End —