Time

Maybe it's not real

By Andrea N. BrownPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Maybe time's not real

But the flower still withers

And hearts still grow cold

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Andrea N. Brown

Always trying to live my coziest life. Fueled by coffee, long walks, stacks of books, watching the birds, and staring at trees. Writing keeps me alive.

Current inspirations: Billy Collins, Mary Oliver, Carlos Ruiz Fafon and Lily King

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