Stitches of thoughts

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Time wears away her fragrance
Stitches of thoughts play
Ah! If earth's father I'm
Time wheel back I may
Pour upon you this dumb heart
that holds you dear;
My rose, my love, my world
Far away from my arms' shores,
I miss you
As the nights missed the stars,
And long for you
As the birds longed for the crack of dawn.

Everything Good Will Always Come ♥️

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