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Aug 2019
Time.
What is it but a moment in your life that passes you by.
Uncontrollable, unrelenting, memories of the past and dreams of the future.
Like the sands in a desert storm, shifting one way and then another
Stopping for no one, it marches on, invisible.
Written by
Rup  M/Cambs
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