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Sep 2018
As she took my hand
We split down the stream
As choruses of angels had sung
Above our heads, we hung
Looking down at the dream
For our dalliance was marked
Each second shorter than the last

For every sunrise, another had set
And with the birth of a child
A man had passed
Each second shorter than the last

And just like that
Our future had become the past
Written by
Dustin Dean  32/M/Winston-Salem, NC
(32/M/Winston-Salem, NC)   
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