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Time is

Time is the breeze that brushed my cheek. Time is the water that splashed across my face. Time is the sound of a piano playing near, but not directly. Time is the conversation that I walked through, and passed. Time is the thought that stopped my thinking, then scurried away. Time is the wish that stopped me completely, for a moment. Time is the kiss that is now, and eternal, and stopped my time.

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