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Jan 2013
Time is no friend.
I fight her to yield, show mercy on my soul.
Bounding ahead she steals my love away.
Only pausing to flaunt what she's taken.

To befriend time is to let me live in love,
Soul satisfied.
Written by
Jenerous
594
   Grae Sales and anna
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