StolenA Poem by Diana
And I'm angry at the time
stolen from underneath my fingertips. The things I am unable to do now... Because these moments were taken, stolen from me. Stolen from me, stolen from you, stolen from us. To steal from one, is to take from another. How can we get it back? For time has stolen this from me...
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