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TIME
My inevitable progression into the future, nuturing my present events as they grow into the past.
Time steals everything from you,
including the second you start to read this poem.
If only I could turn back time, when should I turn it to?
Is it when I first met you and you presented a full image of content? Or the day I embarked on this journey with you?
Oh no! Is it when you would come back home with the purest of smile and gifted me with the best lip smacks?
Presently,
you would just come home, tequila in you left as you tumble across the room,
gifting me with the toughest punches and purple marks to show you are better than average.
When should I turn back time to?
For me to unravel these tangled threads right now?

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