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Time


Time:

Endlessly ticking on,

Like dusk till dawn,

Until it is all gone.

No intermission,

No omission,

Just submission.

She has but one purpose,

to fulfil before her final trespass.

Heedless,

Gypsy,

Sultry,

Flaky.

She has but one life,

To make it right.

No rewrite.

Only so much Time

in every lifetime

To do what makes her happy.

To marry.

Sages

Say there is but one way,

For her to live life to the fullest

And be the wisest:

Make her life whatever she wants it to be,

Live life daily,

Make everyday worth

It, because there is no rebirth.

No second chance,

Only romance.

She has but one body,

To be carefree

With, to live everyday with

her kith.

She has

Only so much...

...Time

 
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