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A single minute differs.. Old and new in numbers.. A pathway layered with melancholy crumbles I bow, kneel, rise, humble On pathways ease and breeze Lovely thoughts to freeze Eyes down a single minute. I second my tribute To time in time Spirit high and low, never too slow.
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Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC
Crumbles
A single minute differs.. Old and new in numbers.. A pathway layered with melancholy crumbles I bow, kneel, rise, humble On pathways ease and breeze Lovely thoughts to freeze Eyes down a single minute. I second my tribute To time in time Spirit high and low, never too slow.
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47/M/Brussels, Belgium
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC
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