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Time could be a lover. Hums sweet. Loves carefree

Time could be a lover. 
Hums sweet. Loves carefree. 
Breathes on your neck and tugs 
on your earlobe. On your heartstring. Time sings you a song. Time brings you a pleasant morning, a blueberry topping your pancake. 
Time could be your friend. 

//caption// Chained, underwater. 

Time wraps a scarf of cashmere chances around its brittle body. Keeps itself warm. Buys itself enough time to let you reach inside your tongue, tap and extricate the words out and lay them gently inside a casket of pages. Set it afloat on a river. Hope someone picks it up and owns it. 
Time walks a few extra miles. 
Time could be a lady. Shrieking unlike one, all the while the grace ebbed out of its body. 
Time could be a youth, only knowing the world through metaphors, th
Time could be a lover. 
Hums sweet. Loves carefree. 
Breathes on your neck and tugs 
on your earlobe. On your heartstring. Time sings you a song. Time brings you a pleasant morning, a blueberry topping your pancake. 
Time could be your friend. 

//caption// Chained, underwater. 

Time wraps a scarf of cashmere chances around its brittle body. Keeps itself warm. Buys itself enough time to let you reach inside your tongue, tap and extricate the words out and lay them gently inside a casket of pages. Set it afloat on a river. Hope someone picks it up and owns it. 
Time walks a few extra miles. 
Time could be a lady. Shrieking unlike one, all the while the grace ebbed out of its body. 
Time could be a youth, only knowing the world through metaphors, th