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When will see your face again? Maybe in the Spring when you're blossoming. This crack in my brain won't go away. Maybe if I slow down I could breath, and then sell you for gold and see what happens. You're made of sand and I can't hold you without you slipping through my fingers. I fill my hourglass with your body. Cuz time starts and ends with you.

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