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Time slips threw my fingers like waterI just wish I could hold on to it for a little As I watch the clock tick My Heart starts to race I race a..

I can't see her face I can't feel her touch Part of me hates her But the other part of me wants her No, craves her I've never seen her face No..

This poem is based off of the book A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

My best friend Chris and I wrote this poem, the even lines are mine and the odd are his

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