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Nov 2013
Time, the only place that we’re together.
Not here, not now and certainly not then.
It’s in the passing of time.
It’s in the promise of time.
Time is where we find our place.

Time, where we can go to be alone.
I was never there, but I visit often.
It’s in the memory of time.
It’s in the imagining of time.
Time is nothing more than space.

Time, a never ending river.
Anything is possible in the shadow of time.
It’s just a matter of time.
It’s just the fullness of time.
Time will win in every race.
David Hall
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David Hall  35/M/Nashville
(35/M/Nashville)   
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