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Just The Way You Were

Time goes on,

but I’ve never followed it.

Chaotic child with a Mediterranean mindset,

waiting for her wishes as the world wanders around her pastel playground,

exquisitely minuscule steps on a minefield of egg shells,

as she watches the clock creep on and on.

Life just happens as I happen to be passing,

and it passes me by, every now and again,

but slows, out of sympathy,

frustrated to find that I’ve no plans to catch up.

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