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Jul 2018
Time is a gift
when you see it
you have seen yourself age

When you look back
you have seen your past
It does not wait,
nor does it stop

It flows, to reach your heart
to reach your soul,
to reach your wrath,
to take your spite

Time is a curse
wrapped as a gift
You have just enough
till you unwrap the box...

Now it's too late.
A present
Awaiting to be open
Written by
Ivan Lopez  25/M
   Salmabanu Hatim and AS
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