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When the clock hands touch
I am reminded of fate
We will meet again
- Ade
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Adriana Gallo
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The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
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