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Time is love is it not

the time we shared was great

we played for hours on end

But yet we never tied the knot.

 

As time went by, I changed state,

dust covered me. Oh, my dear friend

simply you must have missed me.

But dust comes now at a faster rate

 

I sit alone and just blend

like the others, who are burried under me.

I sit alone on this shelf in a box, waiting and wondering...

Was I ever more than a toy to you.

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<p>enjoy!</p>

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