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By darwin Date: 2005 Jan 24 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.24.13.22.24648]] |
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one day i will wake, and my skin will be wrinkled. my breasts will sag with the worries of life that has wound itself into my flesh. my skin no longer dewey and youthful, will find that time has run across it, fingers of time etched into my face. Though by then he may be an old book, dog eared and worn with my constant reading. I will put him on a shelf and come back to him time and time again, as I do now, when my heart needs to be reminded that time passes to quickly. |