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Oct 2018
Time is the
unspoken promise
made to everyone,
swearing that
the future will be
ice cream on a summer day
(don't let it melt away)
but it's more of a
last-minute wedding gown,
uncertainly stitched
with the best intentions.
But love
is our desperate dance
until the end.
Brooke P
Written by
Brooke P  29/F/New York
(29/F/New York)   
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