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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.

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connor-dalton
American
Published
Feb 19, 2010
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