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Feb 2010
Nobody can get in,
it is far to small,
this place is
beautiful.
or can you not see?
perhaps I could help
a little
there is a room
and nothing else,
sit with me here
and we can
be
existing forever,
beyond the silvery Clock
wait
with me,
I know it's a long trip,
the destination is far away,
Ride
as we fly through space, holding hands so
as to not lose you,
as long as we stay in our room,
just.
Written by
Connor Dalton
566
   Diane
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