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Time

Formless and strange
what is this concept
this thing we call time
why do we change
this girl once knew sorrow
her paper and a pen
now she has grown
knows love and joy
but she's lost the words
no longer writes her thoughts
how did this happen
did joy steal those thoughts
no new poems does she give life
time has gone on
her mind too has changed

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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