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Feb 2018
We've all this stolen time
And I won't let it slip
through fingertips
that tremble in
excitement.
And all this love
ready to burst into flame,
to set us to flame, to burn passion
into permanence like constellations.
Tafuta Atarashī
Written by
Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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   sady Joshua
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