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Jan 2017
For whatever reason,
I have the greatest faith in time
Dear father time, he can fix all my problems
He can mend all my wounds
As a consolation, he borrows from me, my days, months, and years
He seems to take the salad days and a few memories too
a short one, might add on more later
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Atlas
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