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In between the hours
Contributed by
goodandevil
on
Friday, 18th January 2008 @ 08:35:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The days go by forgotten each memory like the last, Stuck in set motions the future like the past. We continue on our journey barely stopping for a breath. Time measured by the traffic waking just to dress. Hours pass in cigarettes counting coffee spoons. The days keep on passing skipping afternoons. In between the hours that mark our busy lives It's living in the minutes that we remember of our life.
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2008-01-18 08:35:55] (Date/Time posted on
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