Ties.
If it was never broken, how can it ever be fixed?
The you, I see
Can be on top
Of me
Loving
The inner peace
I find every day
Around 5 and before
You leave
Remember
Not to go
So fast.
Cuz, time doesn’t exist
And neither
Do I.
I live.
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