Three hours, Five days, Eight weeks The time flies like a swarm of bees; Stay weak as I’m brought to my knees; I lay awake and I wait Is the time right or too late?
Three hours,
Five days,
Eight weeks

The time flies like a swarm of bees;

Stay weak as I’m brought to my knees;

I lay awake and I wait
Is the time right or too late? poetry stories
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katerynasvitlyn
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A poem.

Three hours, Five days, Eight weeks The time flies like a swarm of bees; Stay weak as I’m brought to my knees; I lay awake and I wait Is the time right or too late?

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