I lie naked next to Time,
His fingers gently entwined with mine,
I kiss his chest softly,
"You must want me awfully,"
He chuckles, as I mumble sweetly,
Of how I love him so completely,
I treasure his perfect gifts,
Of seconds, minutes, hours, and how they shift,
I tell him to surrender,
And give me a few days more splendour,
But alas it was not to be,
For all the years he has already given me.
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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I think this is one of my favourite opusses. It reads beautifully, has a compelling idea and has a gorgeous, flowing style. I think this is first class.
@wolfie - I am flattered, thank you for such amazing comments ππ and for the repost! I could hug you!
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