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Our times
I hop skip
L
E
A
P,
in through yesterdays
pages.
Falling
in deep,
through
the
heartbreak stages.
Deep seated scars,
and unhealed wounds.
The
secrets are in the
stars,
sealed in golden tombs.
Strumming through the past,
singing for
today.
Memories always last,
in a good or bad way.
Good times
Bad times
Both are
our times
*S*
