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Aug 2013
Time is frozen, in the clock it stands still. While time is sleeping, time shall be killed. Who's the murderer, shall it be love or hate? If time is shattered, no seconds will procreate. Time is priceless, but not money at all. Time is sometimes spent alone, while still standing tall. While time for this world shrivels, wilts, and dies, you can still hear the cries. Time can be made, and used. Time is fragile, and cannot be bruised. If your life is filled with mistakes, time is on your side. Time is not owned, not yours or mine.
Sumaiya Cambel
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Sumaiya Cambel  America
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