Hundreds of times you come and go, noticed and unnoticed;
Like an heirloom across seven ages.
Was it even past or shadows of the present?
Strangers brushing by, leaving me breathless;
Yet it ain't the same.
You slowed down my moments;
Smiling as I write, wondering if I should correct this,
Just as the conscious effort of the mindless rhyme.
Like an heirloom across seven ages.
Was it even past or shadows of the present?
Strangers brushing by, leaving me breathless;
Yet it ain't the same.
You slowed down my moments;
Smiling as I write, wondering if I should correct this,
Just as the conscious effort of the mindless rhyme.
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