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Feb 22
I shake time's grasp with firm shrug
Before I know it
Again feel its tug
Then spit in its face
It spits right back
Taking position on top of my back
I guess we are stuck together for good
Stays longer than I wish it would
I wish that time didnt exist and every moment could be stopped or skipped at our convenience
Amanda Kay Burke
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Amanda Kay Burke  26/F/Alaska
(26/F/Alaska)   
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