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The sun beams shone bright the next morning through the thin dusty curtains and against my clenched eyelids. I groaned lazily pulling the covers over ..
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Whist I sit and gazethe sun rises,as I breathe a sigh it setsanother day has come,another night has passedTime remains a constantas seconds pass with ..
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An older poem I discovered today on my travels through old notebooks
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Time continues to move, irregardless of us standing still.
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