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Being The Last First, First
Contributed by
Channing
on
Wednesday, 7th March 2007 @ 08:16:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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The hands of time Slowly move in their circular motion As they creep along their numbered road Our time slowly comes to an end And we must leave our land Of happiness and serenity Returning to the real world In all of its chaos and cruelty Returning to our loneliness Putting us in our state of suffering, I just want this to end I want to break all the clocks Stop their hands from moving So that we can stay here Within this moment forever Never waking from our dream Never leaving each others side For I want to be your last first true love And your first loving forever
-Channing-
Copyright ©
Channing
... [
2007-03-07 08:16:26] (Date/Time posted on
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