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Aug 2013
Little kids eyes filled with joy,
The father shows pride in his only boy.
So much to do,
It;s like exploring the inner, you.
We live as happy spirits
With no regrets, we are constant.
In the moment, we smile.
She begs you to just stay awhile.
The wheel spins, colors flash.
Time slows, as they crash.
Sharing each others final breath,it will be their last.
In the meanwhile, time will always pass.
(est.j.r.e.)
Jessica Rae
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