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Jul 13
I’m not a fan of the silence
Between the music notes
But I do respect the time it takes
To speak it’s musical mind
For goodness sakes;
If you must know
It’s because I intimately understand the experience of time
As I tenderly grow older
Kind of like
An oak tree growing then sprawling
Time may be a
darling serenade sung by
a devil in angels disguise
Written by
Jessica  30/F
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