andy wojo - How much time

Is there anything between us anything at all?
We seldomly talk, occasionally kiss
but nothing like it used to be, nothing like it should be.
The only thing i can hope for now, is the prescious time
to mend what we have broken.
Just prescious time, ticking, ticking, ticking.

andy wojo

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