Time

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As the time goes on longer,
My time with you gets shorter.
As I try to stifle a laugh,
My mind creates a relapse.
Of all the time we spent together.
All the times we danced in bad weather.
All the times we slept on my couch made of leather.
Of all the times I could've been better.
And of all the times you couldn't get any better.
Your Love brought my heart pleasure
But now the terror
Of being without you
Begins to come into view.

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