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timeth

lil ones tapping the  
feet to feel my presence  
and the labour of time  

i was only the rustel of leaves in the  
gate of enact of the cherished cherries  
of the clean fortitude that dwells in wells  
of march to be the brave and not complain
 show the  
full moon night of time reaps  
as i lay rest beneath it .
Written by AlisVolatPropriis8
Published | Edited 15th Jun 2018
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