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these pictures, just colours, fading with time,this song, just words, riddled by rhyme,the stars, just specks, that cleverly alignbut you, just you, l..
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just as the sea and sky collide into a perfect lineso did i into my fleeting prime, but please,remember me not as a prisoner of time,but a lucky soul,..
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Time drags on, turns dysfunction into something quite close to chaos.Petty duty, and irksome obligations bitter the taste of experience.Myeyes become ..
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