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Aug 2016
Time is like a wave
In the ocean of life.
We ride upon it
Carrying memories of strife.

We are but a leaf,
Floating on time.
We carry the taste
Of a sweet lime.

Space is but an ocean,
Holding everything in it.
It's voice unheard
Unless it throws a fit.
The Judge
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The Judge  18/M/Earth
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