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Oct 28, 2006 2:29:57 GMT -5
Post by Izabella Riddle on Oct 28, 2006 2:29:57 GMT -5
it creeps up behind you taking your memories and thining your blood it takes the fire from your eyes the firmness from your jaw it takes those you love before and after you it reaches the ends of the earth and into every coner and nitch it steals your last breath and your warmth in the end time wins because time is always coming
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