It’s always time for you, in my heart.
Take control of your own fate.
A garden, growing upon my hand.
A collection of antique and vintage things.
You have caused a skip in my heart, a freeze in time whenever you smile.
Time stops when I enter a book.
I especially like the one on the left.
Is eternity immortal?
Your own time is in your own hands.
When flowers bloom so pretty, I just want the time to stop.
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