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Next time is indeterminate. Sometimes it never arrives. This time is the right time. I've offered buckets of promises, Boxes of apologies, Truck loads of regrets, Warehouses of chances, But there is no next time. The crystal's broken, The hands are frozen.
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
Next Time
Next time is indeterminate. Sometimes it never arrives. This time is the right time. I've offered buckets of promises, Boxes of apologies, Truck loads of regrets, Warehouses of chances, But there is no next time. The crystal's broken, The hands are frozen.
francie-lynch
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
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