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Time.

Time is so terrible.
Even when I have 3 hours with you.
It's not enough.
When I'm talking to you.
Time passes to quickly.
And I'm left here.
Laying next to you.
In the warm grass.
Wishing.
Praying.
Longing.
That this bliss didn't have to end.

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