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Love You

Time to greet or maybe meet

There is a time I could tell
Time for me to go to and smell
But I was budging the gates of hell
So how was I supposed to tell
Unless the bell rings out as well

As I can’t just keep kicking time
Nor never ever have a rhyme
And if I could then I would
Just stand here like I should

As time means place
But place is time 
But we both found our own Stime 
To stop and start and make it better
So that we both know each other

Like we sent a love letter


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