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Dec 2015
I know that time is passing
as it always has.
A never stopping train
on a never ending track.

So why does it stand still
as I wait for you?
A hushed and whispered click
followed by a lazy sounding clack.
Petite Parcel
Written by
Petite Parcel  England
(England)   
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   Dead lover
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