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Jun 2014
Only in time,
Everything washes away.

As minute passes,
So does your beloved writings

In passing season,
So does your identity.
As time changes your essence, while creating a persona, and washing away who you are! Only in time we are gone forever.
Written by
Hungry Hippopotamus  Slums of Chicago
(Slums of Chicago)   
701
   Raven
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