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By Elaina Submitted by where is your heaven Date: 2001 Dec 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.20.01.25.11713]] |
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Time can heal. Time can wound. Time can help us either- grow farther apart, or closer together. Time is just and excuse; One that seems to make sense. My time is running out. I begin to question... What is time anyway. Time we have? I feel I'm wasting mine. Waiting for disaster. You, me, our words, our actions, Never a waste...(usually). But my love is timing you. And it scares me that I feel, My love for you is almost timed out. |