Ways of Time
Await my soul with an everlasting kiss hold ma hands and take me into the midst of time so i can shine. Make me bond to the spell that you place on my heart. The mystery to this spell is dark and wild, I hold my breath in anticipation to see the result that awaits my being. My thoughts rushes to the past of our fame together of what could have been or what should have been. Time is a funny little person, it tricks us into giving every hour, minute and second. When all we are doing is feeding it's big ego and helping it triumph.
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