Poetry and Lyrics
Friday, August 22, 2014
POETRY
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Time passes,
He glances,
My way.
What do I say?
Here he stands,
Holding my hand.
What do I do?
He leans close,
Who wants who the most?
I don’t know.
Just take it slow.
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