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Nov 2014
Painting, listening, living
Thinking of you as the clock ticks
Time.
Time means nothing when you're around
Time is a flower growing
Reality is the days that are passing as it happens
My time with you.
My love for you is endless
Lustus
Written by
Lustus  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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   ---, Sjr1000, Erenn, Harley Hucof and SPT
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