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fleeting time becomes running late from place to place dealing with something, when softy she asked, please, come, sit awhile with me, quietly, time simply stopped, gently holding hands feeling pained by having time while hers now is short, exchanging words while shadows danced slowly across the floor
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 6:16 PM UTC
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fleeting time becomes running late from place to place dealing with something, when softy she asked, please, come, sit awhile with me, quietly, time simply stopped, gently holding hands feeling pained by having time while hers now is short, exchanging words while shadows danced slowly across the floor
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 6:16 PM UTC
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