the time has passed
to dwell on hearts - broken
by wanderlust
broken
for wanderlust
the time has come
to love
to count the years
before they go
and our bodies
trepidate
as our last breath
is whisked away
by life
the time has passed
for hate
for despair
the time has come
to care
for each passing second
as if it were a small baby
crying for milk
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