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Dec 2018
Time’s frozen over the stopwatch.
Timeless memories of what’s over.
Too overwhelming, I can’t stand this.
Thoughts I stop when I think of better
Time’s
Value is held high to myself
But when I look in the jar of memories on my top shelf
I freeze.
Folie
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