Her skin, like caramel
His heart, like gold
The hands in their wrist watches
Were never meant to hold
For he was born with a clock seven hours too late
They plotted to kill Father Time
For never being on their side
But Mother Earth protected him
Because time is just a synonym
For the mountains and oceans she had to create
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Author:
jbstevens (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2016 02:20
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Great write
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