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It was late and he held me Tender and close Like a lover, but as a friend He put his cheek to mine For what may have been the last Time. It's what keeps us apart Too much time The wrong time Too early along in time Oh how I hate time For it only takes from us That which we want. Yet in that one time It was exactly the opposite. For that moment i wished Time would stay. Alas, he fled, left me alone. Time ran faster than ever before Ripping him from my aching arms. So silly, that time. Oh how I hate time.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
Another Time Poem
It was late and he held me Tender and close Like a lover, but as a friend He put his cheek to mine For what may have been the last Time. It's what keeps us apart Too much time The wrong time Too early along in time Oh how I hate time For it only takes from us That which we want. Yet in that one time It was exactly the opposite. For that moment i wished Time would stay. Alas, he fled, left me alone. Time ran faster than ever before Ripping him from my aching arms. So silly, that time. Oh how I hate time.
Always seems like it goes too fast or too slow.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
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