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She loves me,

she loves me

please love me I can do

anything, in an instant,

I can make the Greatest,

Nothing.

I can turn away from

it all.

I promise, you know

right.

an eternity felt in moments

paradise abandond,

maybe for a moment

what is to be done with all these moments

stories

proof

pitiful

every emotion the same

every tick of the massive Clock,

this ever growing wasteland of

moments.

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connor-dalton
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Published
Feb 19, 2010
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