Time

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    Time

    Time stopped,
    And all the world bled into nothing,
    That fit in the palm of my hand,
    So we would make sure that the world would never wake up,
    And it'd just be he and I,
    Wrapped in this candy-coded moment,
    In a quintessential beat,
    With every breath of my body,
    And every second my soul would reach for his,
    And they can try to break me...

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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