Time
Here we sit watching the hours pass us by no words are spoken not a single cry. Here we patiently wait as time passes us by leaving us in its dust, slipping quickly from our hands and washing us away like lines in the sand
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mropeth9
i am 20 years old i see beauty and art in all things i am an aspiring writer trying to get my work out there and i have a fascination with love and winter. I write off of the top of my mind i know where the inspiration lies after i read what i wrote...
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