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 Once upon a time,

you were mine, alone.

I know this...

as I know myself.



Seems there is never,

enough of it anymore.

We used to make time,

stand still.



Time is held in sequence.

It is now the ticking of a clock.

The sun setting as the light,

grows dimmer.



It is not what

we need more of.


"Each Other."


Copyright © 1997 By katie~