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Nov 2018
We sit and wait
For the time to finally
Pass by hoping we’d be okay
After nightfall.
Time ticks like a tirelessly
Twining clock.
Time never dies.
So what are you hoping for?
Time is not what you should wait
To pass, but rather the perception of time.
Written by
Wick HA  18/M
(18/M)   
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     Fawn and Benjamin
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