Time
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Rebecca Navarre
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Time slipping from my grasp.
Still in the days before last.
Reaching out to tightly clasp.
My Fathers hand. Yet, here i stand.
In a frozen state. Watching the different
roads time takes. So afraid to fall asleep.
Yet, so afraid to wake.. Mother, tell me
is this real.. On my knees i do kneel..
Desperately grasping around to feel, all
that time has come to steal.
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