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Time

  • Nov 10, 2019
  • 1 min read

Time and time alone aborts my life’s ambition.

Frenzied fervor quenched by circling hands.

Relinquish yesterminutes dream

And on to tomorrow.

Who will miss this unspoken philosopher?

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