EPITOME OF TIME
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EPITOME OF TIME

Without you, waiting feels like,

Years become months,

Then months to weeks,

And weeks to days until I get tired…

But when you showed up,

I feel like I want everything to move slowly,

How to make seconds to be hours?

Days to be a long, long week to see you!

Somehow I wish more and more time,

That even months to be like years,

Until years to be decades,

And finally to be forever with you!

When I open my eyes you’re still there,

Until I close it I want to hold you tight,

And hoping you are not just an illusion,

But a dream that do come true!

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