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The love we can't find
As time flows ever onward, waiting for the Line, word or gym, for it to define my line is like holding the time. But as a line goes on, we can't find the time to find each other, so busy from the grind, heating spots on my mind, like love is love, of mine become one when I find her and our lines cross to become 4. The intersecting Waves that can't be seen, beyond the line that makes the time. Will we align, perhaps not this time, but next life?
© TLTSU Samuel H Hunwick
© TLTSU Samuel H Hunwick
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