The Time Machine

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In my mind,

Can be kind,

Sometimes.

Day dreams of moments with you,

From a time long ago,

Always wish I've sown,

A more permanent solution,

To my prevalent predicament.

Of missing your impeccable presence.

One day it may be so,

This won't be a worry.

So,

I'll reside to a dangerous day dream.

I'll see you in a bit.

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