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Our Time
This time that comes between us,
I hate the most.
It drags through the dy.
A black cloud overhead,
time standing still.
The time we are together
flies so fast.
A whilrlwind, over too quickly
and always leaves me sad
and longing for you.
This desire I have
to be with you
is like the air in my lungs.
You are more than a desire
you are a necessity.
My soul is livened
by your brilliant smile.
Your voice, carries on the wind
whistling in my ear.
I ask how this can be
one I've known for
such a short time.
Is this Love?
Infatuation?
Of that, I'm not sure
but I will be seeking the answer,
with you.
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