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Jan 2016
Time spins on a dime spent in a phone booth
forty years past and she never answered the call
only to pop up again and give out a green light
but this time it was I who couldn't give a ****
where age had taught me a few lessons in love
and my time is worth so much more than a dime
I could have loved her but forty years was too long
we were no longer teenagers, in a different world.
Written by
nivek
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