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Dec 2018
" Borrowed time, borrowed time. Pull up a chair and cut me a line. Tell me a story of when you were young. Where the devils danced and angels sung. Borrowed time, borrowed time... Show me a lie and tell me im fine. Give me a mirror, that reflects a glow. Of youthful beauty, and when time moved slow. Roll me your bones and commit me to rust.. Ashes to ashes. Dust into dust. "
Written by
Limbotheclown  38/M/Canada
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