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May 2014
Troubled hands on my mind,
Time ticking away. My hands
On your second hand, lets
get carried away. Pause
And take our time. Hours
Pass, fast forward, and
rewind. Our star will align,
It's only a matter of time.
A land before time,
The present; your mine.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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